To be thirteen again, or eighteen or twenty-one for that matter! Last night I took my thirteen year-old daughter to the One Direction concert in Orlando. For those of you who are not teenagers or parents of a teenage girl...this is the boy band of the day, a huge deal! Let me set the stage.... roughly 18,000 teenage girls screaming for three straight hours...non-stop. Seriously, these girls did not stop screaming the entire time. If they weren't singing along, they were screaming (and a few crying) just to be in the presence of these five cute British boys. The headline in the paper this morning was "One Direction boy band's show at Amway Center a real scream". I'll say.
I admit, before the concert I could not have picked any of the boys out of a line-up. My daughter had been prepping me for two weeks with names, facts and of course endless hours of their catchy tunes every time we got in the car. I knew the songs fairly well by last night, even if I did confuse a few words here and there much to the horror and embarrassment of my daughter. Not that anyone could even here my slaughtering of the lyrics above the screams.
Bottom line...I get it. The fascination with these little hotties. My daughter and her friend made shirts with the names of their swoon-worthy teen dreams on the backs. Truth be told, even I had a favorite by the end of the evening. Each one of these boys has something particularly charming about him and an infectious personality to go along with the cute face and swag-worthy hair. They all had the flow going on. Honestly, they probably didn't need to even belt out one note and the girls in that arena would have been just as ecstatic. The behavior of all those teenage girls was similar to what the Beatles witnessed all those years ago in their day. Yup, to be a teen again....
|My daughter and friend...check out those grins|
|Loved the last set with the chandelier lighting|