On August 5, your resident One Direction (late) 20something fangirl could be found at MetLife stadium, eagerly awaiting her fav group of singing boys to take the stage for the second time in her happy life.
“The only thing that makes this not as good as last year is that Five Seconds of Summer isn’t opening,” Kelsey said.
Because yes, we bought tickets together and then she planned an entire New York vacation around this concert.
“Seriously. But at least this time we’re drunk.”
Between the two of us we had manage to drink about half a bottle of Four Roses on the way over, in addition to two single serving bottles of wine which the nice lady at bar in Penn Station actually put in a paper cup for us.
“Are you going to be drinking this here?”
“No we have to catch a train.”
“Then I have to pour it into a to-go cup for you.”
You get a tip.
We then took our cups filled with petty crime and headed over to the New Jersey Transit where we tried to figure out which train was ours.
“The tickets don’t say what train we have to take. How do we know where to go?” Kelsey asked.
“I’d say let’s just follow the flock of teenage girls.”
And thats’s exactly what we did.
When we got to the stadium, everything looked exactly as it had the year before, including the men’s bathrooms, which were all temporarily being presented as female ones, given that little to no men were currently in the venue.
“Why is the line so long, I have to PEE.” Kelsey demanded.
“Because this is a men’s room and there are only two stalls and many urinals.”
“I could be that desperate.”
“I support you.”
By the time we finally got to our seats, the openers were on their last song, which was pretty perfect since the openers were Icona Pop and their last song was “I Love It” and that’s the only song I know by them.
Around 9pm, the mixed crowd of prepubescents girls + us started screaming as the (now) four gods of pop took to the stage like the angels of marketable forbidden sex that they are.
And now your 360.
For the kind-of-fan who knows a few songs but is really there to support their close 1D fangirl friend:
The non-fan will, above all, be overwhelmed by Where We Are. From the amount of people in attendance, to the hysteria in the air, there is nothing easy to take in about a 1D concert. But if they can make it past that, then they can certainly have a good time.
Between each song that you may have heard of, the band mates do what they do best– jokingly converse with the audience as though we are all friends and they love us. It’s endearing, funny, and enjoyably heartbreaking.
And then when they sing a song, the energy is so alive, you honestly can almost taste it, and it tastes like your hidden memories of teenage joy and forgotten innocence. And that tastes good.
For the parent being dragged to the 1D show that knows absolutely no songs:
Kudos to you, friend, you are very brave. But, you are in for a surprising treat. You will get frustrated from time to time–the bathroom lines are painstakingly long, the grub is overpriced, and you can’t exactly drink away your woes since you’re on kid-watching duty, but if you have a soul, the night’s entertainment will stimulate you and make you a happy human, I promise.
Even if you don’t know any songs, the show is highly enjoyable as it is jam-packed with catchy, high-energy tunes and corny jokes. And even an adorable moment when they find a fan to sing happy birthday to.
If anything, you’ll get a kick out of your little one having the time of their life. Or you’ll be concerned for their sanity as a human. Either one.
For the 1D #fangirl:
Girl, I know your life. You weren’t thrilled with their latest album, but memorized it anyway, were heartbroken when Zayne left the band, and your greatest fear is that they are soon going to disband.
I feel that, and let me tell you, the latter is probably true. But regardless, Where We Are is a damn good show.
Even without their reserved former fifth member, the boys still got it. Not to say they aren’t better with him, but they certainly can thrive without. Additionally, they seem aware of the fact that this isn’t their strongest album, since they played many songs from Midnight Memories, and one or two off of Take Me Home, including “Kiss You.” And yes, they also play “What Makes You Beautiful.”
The stage is set a little less dramatically than it was for their Midnight Memories show, but that’s all well and good and a testament to the magic that is One Direction: their charisma truly captivates and catapults them eons above boy bands and pop stars that have come before. They are solidly entertaining without any hijinks or bright colored doohickeys, choreographed dance moves or fancy outfits. They’re just normal dudes, and that’s why we love them. If anything, seeing Where We Are is the best sendoff to your 1D fangirl days as humanly possible.
TO SUM IT UP: No matter who you are, unless you hate happiness and fun, you will enjoy this show. Because duh, Harry Styles is involved.