It happened to me.
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7:51 p.m.: I arrive at MetLife Stadium, home of the most recent Super Bowl, which I'll be reminded about by Liam of One Direction at least 12 times over the next three hours. I missed the opening act, 5 Seconds Of Summer, by about three minutes which I might regret at a later point in life but to be honest I don't really care about them right now. This is about my first ever One Direction concert and how I went alone. And I'm 25 years old. ~Cool huh~
7:55 p.m.: I find my seat and scope out my concert neighbs. I'm really distracted by the sea of crop tops and tiny denim shorts. I want to yell at the tweens to put some clothes on, but then decide to go get a beer instead. I CAN DO THAT BECAUSE I'M AN ADULT. I walk past all my teen friends who aren't my friends at all because they are strangers. But still I feel connected to them because we are all here together, ready to scream for Harry Styles.
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