My Harry Situation.
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Millions of girls are screaming at the tops of their lungs while I just stand there amongst the crowd staring at the 5 boys who are currently hoping around on stage singing.
I look over at my best friend, red in the face and grinning ear to ear, I smile to myself happy that she's happy.
But that's not the only emotion I feel. The top one to describe me at this moment? Bored.
It's not that their songs are too bad but....their not really my style.
You see my friend next to me is the colorful, happy, bubbly type that everyone loves.
Me in the other hand I'm the dark, pessimistic, bipolar friend with the sarcastic attitude that no ones enjoys being around.
So you can imagine how I felt when the curly head dude pulled me on stage.
And you can imagine the shock everyone in the arena must be feeling as they look at him sit me down and sing to me.
His group also looked puzzled, and I think I know why...
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I am a guy of course..
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