Let me just start this article by saying that when I entered the Justin Bieber concert, I was a fan. I wasn’t a huge Belieber going in, but coming out, I was.
My mom had gotten me four tickets to the Justin Bieber concert, with VIP passes and a meet and greet. Unfortunately for me, though, the tickets weren’t actually mine, and I had to go to the concert with my 9-year-old sister and my 70-year-old grandmother. I’m not complaining; I was fortunate enough to even get tickets that were VIP, so I couldn’t really say anything.
I left school early because I had the meet and greet. We drove up to the arena where everything was taking place, and there were girls lined up along the block. At this time the concert wasn’t starting for another four hours. They were screaming so loud that I wanted to just get a huge megaphone and scream at them, “SHUT UP, HE’S JUST A BOY!” I don’t think they would have listened, though. These girls were so insane – they were holding signs that said, “JUSTIN WILL YOU MARRY ME? OH WAIT, YOU DON’T HAVE A CHOICE!” and “Swag on me, Justin ;)”. That day, I really feared for my generation.
I waited in line for an hour, and finally when I went in to meet him, I realized how tired he looked! My mom is a songwriter, and she’s told me how when she goes on tour with the artists she works with, that they pretty much are 10000% exhausted 10000% of the time. I felt bad for him. My loud grandmother felt the need to say, “HEY JUSTIN, WE’RE CANADIAN, TOO!”. This kind of made him a little bit cheerful, but I didn’t want to annoy him too much, considering the fact that there were still 25 people waiting behind us and he had to get ready for a huge concert. He asked us how we were doing and we said good – he’s just so darn nice! He is SO cute, too. Even cuter in real life. I was shaking the whole time, because, well, it’s Justin Bieber.
There’s my picture with Justin. He’s so adorable and nice!
We left the backstage meet and greet thingy and waited a few minutes for them to open the arena so we could sit down. At this point, there were girls screaming and crowding around the windows where we were taking the pictures with him, and I pretended that the girls were fangirling over me and not Justin. We got this Mexican food and sat down in the arena, and our seats were floor in the second row. Literally the best seats.
It took an hour for the arena to fill up. I went to the Portland concert because that’s where I live (duh!) and the arena we went to can hold up to 20,000 people. There were so many girls. So many. I’m not sure if these girls thought this was a middle school dance, but the short dresses and boobs falling out and short SHORT shorts were so unnecessary. It’s October. I felt really embarrassed to be classified as a teenage girl right then. Whenever someone from backstage would come out on stage, the girls would scream SO LOUD that I thought my ear drums were going to burst into a million pieces, along with my head. These girls behind us were screeching so obnoxiously that I was one scream away from yelling at them, “BEING ANNOYING IS NOT GOING TO GET JUSTIN’S ATTENTION SO PLEASE DO US ALL A FAVOUR AND SHUT UP.” But that wasn’t the nice thing to say, so I gave them the death stare instead. Finally, after much waiting, the opening act came out. I knew it was going to be Carly Rae Jepsen, so when Cody Simpson came out, I became a fangirl for a while.
I love Cody Simpson. I’m not a crazy fan, but I think he’s so incredibly attractive, and he sings so well and his songs are so catchy. I was screaming. I kept yelling at my Mom, “CODY SIMPSON IS HERE MOM HE’S HERE HE’S HERE HE’S HERE.” My grandmother was staring off into the distance. My sister was playing on her iPad. My Mom was knitting. Pardon me? I was so insulted. I could have brought three friends to this concert, which I had been anticipating, and I knew so many people who wished they could have gone more than anything, but instead I went with threee people who were obviously not the least bit interested in this concert.
I enjoyed Cody’s seduction-y songs, and then Carly Rae Jepsen came out. I was excited, too, because I love her songs. They’re so catchy and fun. She sang her first song, and I’m gonna be honest here… Maybe it was her mic. Maybe it was her voice? It just wasn’t working for me. Or anyone else in the crowd. She was off key most of the time and her pitch was just weird. I love you still, though, Carly!
There was an hour break. It was a drag. By then my phone had died and potential tweets about Justin had, too – which made me sad. I was in a good mood but it was tainted by the fact that my entire family was acting so unenthusiastic about the fact that we had SECOND ROW FLOOR SEATS TO A JUSTIN BIEBER CONCERT. Like, really?
Justin eventually came out and the crowd was wild. No, I’m not sure wild is the right word. I think barbaric is more fitting. Girls all around me were sobbing and there was snot and spit and it was honestly the most disgusting thing ever. Justin came through on these really artsy metal wings from the ceiling, and it was so nice. My sister was watching and my Mom stopped knitting, so it was going well. I have the album so I was singing along, and it was pretty great! Justin sang a few more songs, and he sounded amazing. You can tell that this is really what he loves to do.
‘One Less Lonely Girl’ came up, and I KNEW this was my only opportunity. For those readers who haven’t seen the Justin Bieber movie (you’re really out of the loop), ‘One Less Lonely Girl’ is when a girl from the crowd is picked to go up and be seduced by Justin. He gives her flowers and everything. I locked eyes with Kenny, Justin Bieber’s bodyguard and friend, and I knew Kenny was one of the people who is in charge of choosing the ‘One Less Lonely Girl’ girl. I was looking right at him and smiled really big, and he pointed at me to this stage manager, and then he walked away. THIS CLOSE. I was that close! I wasn’t chosen, though. I looked over to my family to tell them, and my sister was actually napping. She was lying down on all 4 of our seats and she was using her hoodie as a blanket. Maybe this shouldn’t have annoyed me, but it really did. SHE DOESN’T EVEN LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER. AND SHE’S SLEEPING ON THE SEATS ON THE FLOOR OF THE BIGGEST CONCERT OF THE YEAR. This made me really mad. I reminded myself where I was, and was okay again, but I yelled at my mom, “I’M NEVER GOING TO A CONCERT WITH MY FAMILY EVER AGAIN.”
The ‘One Less Lonely Girl’ girl they chose probably loved Justin way more than me, so I was happy for her. That must have been exciting! There was a video showed about Justin’s journey to stardom, and it was really interesting – his story is so inspiring!
In the middle of a song, Justin had to change his mic. He lifted up his shirt and his underwear and abs were showing, and I swear to holy Mark Zuckerberg, the girla were yelling so ear-splittingly loud that I had to leave the room for a while so my ears could regain their hearing. I don’t even think typing in caps lock can express how powerful this sound was. Imagine 20,000 teenage girls screaming at the top of their lungs. That’s kind of what it sounded like. No, that’s exactly how it sounded. Then, to get them to shut up, Justin yelled, “Jeez, you guys are so dirty!” Wow, he’s definitely my favourite person.
Justin’s perception of us Portland girls was definitely changed, I can assume that. These girls in front of me started throwing money on the stage, and he said, “Um, this is not a strip club!” NO! These girls made Justin think that we’re as weird as Portlandia makes us out to be.
At the end, Justin gave a speech about believing in your dreams, and he sang ‘Believe’. It was the most inspiring thing I’ve seen in a while. I loved this concert so much, the singing was (mostly) stellar, the dancing was marvelous, the effort and details in everything really shows and the amount of cute boys was just overwhelming for me. Belieber or not, I would recommend you to see this concert if it’s in your town – just bring ear plugs if your ears are sensitive. Justin is a very great performer and your opinion on him will definitely change if you don’t already love him. I LOVE YOU, JUSTIN!
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