As I made my way to the stadium the next day, I notice there already were thousands of people waiting in front of the doors, though the concert wouldn’t begin before a few hours. I finally succeed reaching the door after trying to make my way through all the teenage girls waiting. To be honest, I had never seen so many girls gathered together. Who the hell One Direction was?
“Ready for your real first day?” Patrick exclaimed as he joined me in the same huge and grey corridor than the day before. I nodded and he led me to the West side of the stadium.
“So today you will check the audience’s tickets at the entrance. You’ll start with something rather simple but as it’s a special concert, you’ll see it won’t be as easy as it seems,” he chuckled.
“Okay...” I replied slowly. Why did he say it was a special concert?
Then, we went toward the doors and right after we were standing at the right place, the door opened. And I understood why he said that concert was special.
It was like a human wave had swooped down on me; hundreds of girls rushed toward us and handed their tickets. I didn’t know how long it lasted but I was really happy once it was over.
“Creepy, wasn’t it?” Patrick laughed as he saw how shocked I was.
“What happened?” I muttered. I heard him keeping on laughing as he replied, “These girls are directioners; that’s their fans!” I nodded though I didn’t understand everything.
“Now, let’s go backstage!” I followed him through the maze that corridors were making and after a while, we reached the place. There were a lot of people, setting up last details before the show started. I watched them for a long while before a tall guy nearly bumped into me.
“Sorry,” he whispered quickly before walking away. He stopped at the end of the corridor and I could only see his back.
“Paul!!” he yelled. “Do you know where our Irish boy is? The concert’s about to start and we can’t find him!” And then, he walked back toward what must be the stage.
A few minutes later, a man made his way toward the stage while carrying someone on his shoulder.
“I found him, Harry!” the man exclaimed loudly before talking to the person on his shoulder. “Stop acting like a kid, Niall.” And he disappeared out of my sight.
Niall? Don’t tell me it’s...