When I look back on this day, it was probably the best day of my life. I remember the excitement I felt through my bones, the suspense and thrill of waiting like a child the day before a field trip. I had been waiting so long, counting the days down on my calendar. There was a desperate need to keep this delightful, giddy feeling of childishness with me; it was as if I was scared to lose it. I wanted to feel happy. Having this experience made me feel so blessed, but at the same time, when the event was over, I was more than disappointed. Is it sad that the best day of my life was also the biggest disappointment?
So what actually happened?
It was a chilly day on September 22, 2015, aka my best friend’s birthday (a Tuesday). We had just finished school, buzzing about finally being able to meet our idols after months of waiting. This was the only thing I was looking forward to the whole year... Fast forward a few hours and we are in my father’s car, now on our way to the gloomy city of San Francisco. I had brought my homework along with me so I could finish it, but when you are …show more content…
Their monotonous expressions and routine dancing... Did they always look this way when they were on stage? Did they hate the fans for taking away their break? I wanted them to be happy when I saw them. I wanted them to look like they wanted to be performing, like they enjoyed going across the whole world for us. But that was too much to ask for, was it not? When we went out for the meet and greet, I could not even recognize them at first. They looked like remarkably ordinary people. Nonetheless, I still felt starstruck when we were able to high-five them. It was too nerve wracking to look into their eyes, but I gained the courage to raise my head when my favorite came up...
Of course. My whole day had been leading up to this moment, and he turned the other way when I passed by. I wanted to be able to look into his eyes just
So what actually happened?
It was a chilly day on September 22, 2015, aka my best friend’s birthday (a Tuesday). We had just finished school, buzzing about finally being able to meet our idols after months of waiting. This was the only thing I was looking forward to the whole year... Fast forward a few hours and we are in my father’s car, now on our way to the gloomy city of San Francisco. I had brought my homework along with me so I could finish it, but when you are …show more content…
Their monotonous expressions and routine dancing... Did they always look this way when they were on stage? Did they hate the fans for taking away their break? I wanted them to be happy when I saw them. I wanted them to look like they wanted to be performing, like they enjoyed going across the whole world for us. But that was too much to ask for, was it not? When we went out for the meet and greet, I could not even recognize them at first. They looked like remarkably ordinary people. Nonetheless, I still felt starstruck when we were able to high-five them. It was too nerve wracking to look into their eyes, but I gained the courage to raise my head when my favorite came up...
Of course. My whole day had been leading up to this moment, and he turned the other way when I passed by. I wanted to be able to look into his eyes just