"Are you sure it has to be me? What about Karen?" I tried to get out of it. "Well it's in L.A. and she can't make the drive alone." We sat there for a while, this time it was me causing the silence. "All the tickets have been paid, we will give you money for a hotel, after the concerts over, for food and gas." Karen reasoned. I glanced back in forth between them, then let out a breath of defeat.
I rose to my feet. "If that's all I'll be on my way." I made my way out. I jogged down the porch steps, half way to my car my brother chased after me. "One last thing-" he said trying to catch his breath. Office work really is doing a number on him. "-this isn't just any concert." My face twisted with confusion. "Well what kind of concert is it?" With one look I knew and my face contorted in disgust."It's a One Direction concert."
I closed my eyes to process everything. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Great. I am going to have to drive like 5 hours in a car with three children. Then deal with a crowded arena with thousands of screaming girls. All to see four guys make fools of themselves on stage. Do I really know what I'm getting myself into?1
I came back to reality when my phone rang in my pocket. I didn't even flinch, I knew who it was. It was him. Right on schedule. I didn't answer.
I finally gathered up the courage to say."When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow."
Another morning, another day and another problem to face.
Today I had to escort Marie, Grace, and Monique to a One Direction concert. Their names alone made me want to puke.
It's not that I had much against them. It's just that they are Pop Stars and they are all the same. Stuck up wannabes and spoiled brats who think they can get whatever and whomever they want. Also because everywhere I've worked there was always that one coworker who was obsessed with them. Let's just say I know way more than I need too.
I groaned and finally got up and out of bed. I couldn't believe what I got myself into. I did my usual routine. Is that what my life has become, a routine.
I slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans and paired it with burgundy v-neck top. I laced up my black and white converses and was ready to go.
I grabbed my bag and shoved two changes of clothes into it, including: my charger, headphones, wallet, and the tickets.
I drive up into my brothers driveway and the girls are overflowing with excitement. They keep jumping up and down. Are they going to do this the whole ride? I pop the trunk open and Jacob puts each of their little backpacks in. He tried to give me some extra cash, I refused, but he placed it in my hand anyways. I rolled my eyes and got behind the wheel.
Two hours into the drive I couldn't take it anymore. The silence was killing me. I look back at them through the rear view mirror. They just sat there. All three of them just staring at me. So I tried to make conversation.
"So, are you girls excited to see One Direction?" I started.
"Yeah!" Exclaimed Grace. "I can't wait to get there."
"Are we there yet?" Whined Monique. She just had to start it. Then all three of them chimed in. I honestly preferred the silence.
Three straight hours of hearing, "Are we there yet?" I was about ready to shoot myself.
Finally I see the Staple Center, "We're here." What a relief. It was enormous and many emotional girls were already here. We are like two hours early. Don't they have lives?1
I was looking for a parking space and there was none available. What was the big deal about a couple of guys singing? It's not like they had the best reputation either. I found one like on the other side of the lot. I took the tickets out of my bag and slipped them into my back pocket. We headed to the entrance. The girls walked slow. I tried to reduce my pace. I saw Monique struggling to keep up. I stopped and carried her the rest of the way.
When we get there teenage girls are scrambling to get into the stadium even some guys. I grab the girls hands because I don't want them to get lost or trampled over by everyone. We don't want to get in the way of hormonal teenage girls and their idols. I make the decision to wait until there are less people going in so I won't loose the girls. What was the whole commotion about four guys? I've never actually seen them but I assumed they were just like any other guys.
The place is enormous. I felt so small. We made our way to our seats, it filled up really quickly. It was dark and the stage lights up, the concert was about to begin. My phone kept vibrating in my pocket. I left and instructed the girls not to leave and that I would be right back. It was strange, I really didn't have many friends and Jacob knew I was here. Who could it be? I walked out and all I heard was some kind of accent saying, "Hi. We are One Direction."
"Hello?" I answer.
"Jade? Wow I'm surprised you picked up." Oh no. I knew that arrogant voice anywhere. He never called me at this time.
"So I was thinking-" I didn't know that was physically possible for him."-we should get together next Friday. I doubt you have anything planned so I'll pick you up on Friday." The call ended.
Nice talking to you too.
Hearing his voice had me shaken up. The thought of seeing him next Friday was an even worse feeling.