Going to a concert is a whirlwind. You buy the tickets months and months in advance, plan everything out, daydream about how one of the singers will make eye contact with you. As the days get closer it starts to feel unreal, you've gone through months of counting down, texting your friends that "it's so soon!" And finally the day comes. You're driving 3 hours to the stadium. Catching a shuttle to get you through the traffic, and then there you are. Waiting in line to get in.
August 25th I saw One Direction for the second time.
My very first time was July 18th 2013 in Minneapolis, a state over.
This show was going to be special, because it was in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The chances of them ever coming back here are very slim.
I bought my tickets right after class way back in October. It was my friends first time going to see the boys, and my first time having floor tickets. It was surreal. The first concert I went to, I came away with a double ear infection and pink eye. So this was going to be my do-over.
Miller Park was the only baseball stadium they were playing at. With so much uncertainty about the "break", and even more uncertainty about whether or not they would ever be back...it was a very important show. Also, Harry absolutely loves the Packers. He was so happy, from having the entire stadium boo a bears fan, to having us all do the "Go Pack Go" chant...you could tell he was so happy to be with his people.