Elevator Music?

Not to disappoint, Fahrenheit enters with epilepsy inducing lights.

"HE LOOKED AT ME.OMG,DID YOU SEE?"

There is only place for caps lock at a boy band concert and I lose heart in telling the fan girls behind me that the stage light doesn't allow them to see much except darkness the moment the stereos blast.

Vanessa clicks away at her camera while I stay back in the shadows, smiling wryly at her enthusiasm.

"Are they lip-syncing?", shouts a new found companion, Zui, from youth.sg who apart from not understanding Chinese, has as much interest in the band as I do.

"No," I am surprised with my answer. It is funny because they are still kind of awful despite having,reportedly,improved from the last time I heard them.

As I attempt to explain how they were not doing a Britney Spears, I am urged to follow the band as they make their way down their runway.

Vanessa turns back.

"Flawless." she mouths. I look up and note the unfairness of the world.

Someone shoves a bouquet of flowers in front of my face and I stop confusedly.The flowers are whisked away almost as soon as they appear by a scowling, sweating guy in a black t-shirt who in turn passes it on to one of the members on stage. A kiss is blown to the crowds.

Oh.

They reach the end of the stage and I settle myself into one of the glorified seats for the media.

One of them looks down, winks and wave to someone and I wonder whose hearts was set a flutter this time and-

"Did you see that, he waved AT me!" shouts Vanessa in a mid-wave.

She gives such a hilarious little laugh before turning back to whatever she was doing with her camera that I become certain in my suspicion: Her mind has officially left the building.

I alternate between feeling undeserving to be actually be at a concert which I do not feel exceptional passion for and getting caught up with the flow of events.

Amidst the throbbing lights and deafening music,I start to feel a little less awkward about where I am and how I got there.

As the final minutes of our 'media time' ticks away, I glance up at the hem lines of the boy band who are, very earnestly, trying to dance.

"I will remember this day forever."

I think of the fan who flew in from Japan dressed in a kimono and the one from Thailand who printed 500 band badges. The crazy fans with purple hair and their attempts to make their own constellations in the stadium with their idols' name and how amazing it is that the band is not collapsing in the face of such raw energy being thrown at them.

"There are worst ways to spend a Friday night."

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There are friends and then there are kick-ass friends who are the Internet definition of AWESOMESAUCE.

To Vanessa, who totally fought her way through to get what she wants and proving that seriously, nothing is impossible.