One Direction

So yesterday I went to my third One Direction concert. As concerts go it was amazing, they put on a very entertaining show. I am just so happy I was able to attend.  I honestly don't even have post concert depression. I am just so happy that I got the chance to go. I am seriously so lucky and thankful I knew about them before they became huge. Sometimes I even forget they are currently the world biggest boy band.

I used to be ashamed of how much I liked them. Truthfully I thought people would think I was "uncool" but honestly I stopped caring about that because I realized how happy they made it. Which is a little lame that 5 boys singing catchy pop singles can bring me so much joy, but they do. I am a directioner (as cringey as that word is) and I am not ashamed of that.

The first one direction concert my friends and I attended was in Rosemont, February 24th 2012(we dub that day 224). That day as a whole was one of the top 5 best days of my life. I seriously didn't know it was possible to be so excited and so happy all at the same time. I was a tornado of all these emotions...because of a band of kids my age, its honestly crazy when I really think about it. Yesterdays concert however had one of the most beautiful moments of my life. While they Played Little Things they asked everyone to light up the arena. If this was the 80s we would have used lighters, but this isn't the 80s and phones are much brighter. While they played the song I stopped for a second and looked around the arena, and my breath was just taken away. thousands of twinkling florescent white light looked back at me. It was honestly astounding.

Whether it is Boy Bands or indie music that moves your soul, there cant be denied that concerts are a magical experience. Even if you don't meet the band you are surrounded by thousands of people who are like you. Thousands of people who get such joy, who have shared such passionate moments of their lives to the music that they pay money to see them. no matter what concert I always take a moment, I stop singing I close my eyes, and I listen. I listen to the thousands of individuals lives and voices singing back those lyrics. Thousands of people that could have been touched by a single song countless ways. Thousands of strangers just sharing a special experience. I listen, and every time I've cried.

So I am putting up a few pictures, I was to lazy to edit them so these are just raw.