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Justin Bieber Concert
Millions of girls screaming everywhere you turn, waiting in line to buy a souvenir and the curtains slowly opening to the start of the show.
"Abby, Abby!" Right then I snapped out of a day dream only wishing I was actually there, at the Justin Bieber concert when Nadia called my name excitedly. "Tomorrow's the day!" she announced.
After finishing the rest of the school day, having to wait all night, and leaving right after school the next day, we experienced that once in a life time opportunity we had been counting down to for months. That one day before the concert felt like a whole year because we were so excited to see Justin Bieber, a sixteen year old singing sensation. When the time finally came around, we were as ready as we would ever be.
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Driving into Chicago on March 25, after sitting in the car for three hours, Nadia and I were very anxious to get there while she was probably thinking, when are we going to get there? We found a parking spot for thirty dollars right outside the theatre. I got my camera ready making sure it was full of battery, Nadia grabbed the tickets and we jumped out of the car to the sound of that piercing scream coming from every girl in my line of vision. The sight of girls dressed in tall heart socks, short jean shorts, and Justin Bieber t-shirts, carrying their posters, waving them happily in the air. Nadia was wearing jeans, a button up plaid shirt and her brown hair down. Some of the girls were even wearing Justin Bieber sunglasses. We couldn't believe the madness was already happening one hour before the concert even started. Walking through the doors all alone, Nadia and I paused as they checked our tickets and we walked straight to the souvenir stand to start to wait in the line that curled around the entire bottom floor. We waited about twenty minutes in line until realizing it was going to take at least an hour before we got to the front table to get our shirts. We hopped out of line forty five minutes before the blue-gray curtains were going to open, found our seats on the second floor, even though they were on the second floor they were still very close to the stage. We met the girls sitting next to us, about the same age and also with no parents there. Nadia, crazy and the furthest from shy and I found out they came all the way from Missouri to see Justin Bieber and their moms were at the hotel next door, not wanting to go to the concert with millions of screaming girls and not wanting to pay one hundred and fifty dollars for a ticket, just like my mom. People were starting chants such as, Justin-Bieber, Bieber, and we want Bieber. Nadia and I just couldn't resist and had to join in! The DJ started talking and the curtains opened right at seven o' clock Chicago time, everyone screamed that ear piercing sound we had been hearing all night, but this time it was louder than earlier. There were two opening acts that did about five songs each. After they were done, the DJ asked if we were ready for Bieber time! Once again, that ear piercing scream. Since the opening acts had finished, singing for about one hour, it was time for an intermission. Nadia and I sprinted out, ran down the stairs and were the first in line to buy a t-shirt. After buying our new Justin Bieber shirts, we walked to the bathroom to put them on. Our shirts, along with all the pictures we took were the memories of the concert we would remember forever. Our throats were hurting from screaming so loud, therefore we went to wait in another long line to get water. Nadia and I were discussing what songs Justin would sing and if he would look the same live. Before we had a chance to buy a water, the DJ came over the speakers letting us know it was about time for Justin. We bolted in the theatre ready to see him perform. I pulled my camera out and got it ready to flash a picture as soon as his face showed. The countdown started on the screen and every single person in that theatre screamed the loudest they have probably ever screamed in their life. Justin jogged out, and Nadia and I looked at each other not believing he was only a few feet away. We joined in with him singing the first song of the night, That Should Be Me. He then talked awhile thanking us for the support and being such great fans, followed by more great hits, including Baby, One Time, Favorite Girl, Stuck in the Moment, One Less Lonely Girl, and many others. At every concert he has, he chooses one lucky girl to come on stage, get one less lonely girl sang to her, he gives her flowers and she will later get to meet him backstage. Walking out of the theatre that night we were disappointed it was over, but very happy we got to see Justin. It was very tight, trying to get out of the parking lot, but that was the time we got to share the awesome experience with my mom. The three hour ride home would mean we wouldn't get home until 1:30 in the morning, even though we still had school the next morning. We were so tired, four and a half hours asleep felt like nothing, but that day at school we got to show off our shirts, pictures, wonderful experience with everyone and still we have flash backs of millions of girls screaming and that one second when the curtains opened to Justin Bieber.
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I'm sorry, but that's your "life long dream"???! I understand that that would be EXTREMELY cool to you, but isn't there something you'd rather strive for as your one-major-goal-in-life? Like, idk, getting a job, getting married, having kids, etc?
That can be a SHORT term goal, but remember the big picture. If things don't go exactly the way you want them to with getting his book and going to a concert, remember that life continues on afterwards and your Justin Bieber obsession is just one part of it.
Something to think about. ;)
Oh my gosh, Esi, I love you so much right now. :D
Guys, she isn't dissing Bieber, or the fact that you like his music -- she's mad because you don't know how to write decent comebacks. If you want to stand up for yourself in the presence of someone who is obviously REALLY good at writing (and especially on a WRITING website), you need to be able to use proper spelling and grammar. If you weren't putting so many typos into your responses (and if you didn't lack actual logical evidence in support of your claims), you wouldn't be in the middle of this argument here.
Learn how to speak proper English, and people like Esi will leave you alone. If you didn't notice, commenting on articles on this website is not supposed to be about how much you, "LUV JUSTIN BIEBER OMG!!" but about the actual writing of the article. It's for CRITIQUING. If you want to go on about your love for the Biebes, go on one of his fan sites.
This is not a place created for you to swoon-over-your-favorite-artist's-amazingness. This is Teen Ink.
Oh, I get it. You spend so much time worshipping Justin Bieber as to have lost a connection with the English language, and so you are trying desperately to make it seem as if you have any idea what I'm talking about, though you don't. You may have noticed my main points are not against Justin Bieber, who you can convince me is a good musical artist, but against your single-minded obsession with him (and your lack of intelligence).
Oh, well. It's not like I had any hope for the intelligence and culture of this time period anyway.