1. introduction / prologue
I was a big fan of One Direction and my whole room was filled with pictures of them. My parents were not thrilled because the band played Death metal. I personally didn't care. At school, it was few that had my taste in music, but I stood up for my five guys.
"They sing about their feelings and their suffering." I said. Kim laughed and she looked at me with an amused look.
"You interpret their screams into the microphone that suffering?"
I gave her a dirty look.
"I always read the lyrics and I know what they're singing about."
She was doubled over and laughed.
I got mad and took my bag, then I left her alone. I went through school and out the door.
I dressed in black, I dyed my hair black and I tried to look dangerous. I was sixteen years old and many thought I had problems, but I had no problems. I took care of me in school, I was never at parties and I made sure to be clean. Many of One Directions fans were the opposite and usually they talked about suffering and that the world would go under. I dared not to argue. I was only sixteen years old and many of the other fans were older. It was widely known that One Direction took drugs and drank alcohol. Personally, I was against drugs, but I told myself that they surely had a reason.
"When you make music we have to feel the suffering." Liam had said in an interview. "The drugs make us see the world from the true area. We see oppression, and we see hatred."
I liked that they were so sensitive and they stood behind everything that was difficult.
I came home and I threw the bag in the hall. My parents worked late and I was often home alone until evening. I went up to my room and sat down at the computer. I checked twitter and Andy, one of the other fans, had written to me.
"They perform this weekend. Shall I get you?"
I was overjoyed. One Direction would appear and I could feel the entire stomach tingled.
"Stupid question. When are you coming to get me?"
He answered quickly.
"Five on Saturday."
I nodded and said yes. Talk about a wonderful weekend. I would see my Gods and I would hear them live.
I had heard that the guys always took with some girls in the tour bus. There were many girls who wanted to go with them and I knew the guys had sex with everyone. I was a virgin and I wasn't the one that had a dream about that part. Yet I never stopped hoping that they would choose me one day. I had seen the girls, who were selected, they were good looking and they had perfect bodies. I had begun to have an attractive figure, and I had learned to buy clothes that really showed my body. Maybe I would be chosen?
"Must you go to that concert?" my mother said, but she knew she couldn't stop me.
"Please stop!" I said and laughed at her. "I don't go to anything that are dangers and I look after myself. The only thing I do sometimes, in my life, is go and see them."
"But it's such hard music?"
"And I love it."
She looked at me for long and seemed to look for reasons that I couldn't go.
"Okay!" she received from herself. "I guess you're right, but be careful. You never know what happens in such places."
The clothes were chosen with care, I made sure I looked like a rock chick and everything felt perfect before Andy would come and pick me up. I loaded the mobile, because I wanted to take pictures during the concert. Everything was ready and I had money in my pocket.