At seven o'clock, Jo and I stood in the bathroom. We had both showered, curled our hair, and applied makeup since the boys had left a few hours earlier, and were completely dressed and ready to go. I wore a short, white, lace dress that fell several inches above my knees, paired with gray combat boots and a brown leather jacket. She wore a pair of black leggings and a sexy red beaded tank top with a jean jacket and silver gladiators. We arrived at the Staples Center shortly after, around seven fifteen, and parked in the VIP section, smiling when we flashed our backstage passes to the security guards. We walked in the arena, having to show our tickets to many employees before they finally let us into the front row. By the time we were finally seated, it was already seven forty five, and Olly Murs, the boys' opening act, was set to perform in fifteen minutes.
Jo and I were in the middle of an intense game of would you rather when the lights dimmed and the thousands of girls in the crowd screamed at the top of their lungs. Olly Murs performed for about forty minutes, getting the crowd pumped up, the girls' voices already breaking from singing along with him. When he exited the stage, the crowd waited with bated breath for One Direction.
Unfortunately, the lights came back on and the background music started again, meaning the boys wouldn't be out for a little while. Jo and I entertained ourselves by trying to guess which song they would open with; I said Na Na Na while she bet on Stand Up.
When the lights dimmed again, I thought I my eardrums had broken. The noise was surely enough to break open my skull. Every single girl in the stadium was screaming at the top of her lungs, creating a cacophony at least ten times the volume of Olly Murs's applause. A short video of the boys appeared on the screen, and before long, they were all on stage, wearing superhero capes and belting Stand Up. I frowned at Jo, handed her a five dollar bill, before singing along with the boys and the crowd.