Just Let Me Adore You

This is it. Today is the big day. The day you plan to see the legend himself. He is an artist; he can act, he can sing, he can model. [[Remind Me Who|Next]]

Of course, he is the one and only... <img src="https://www.coupdemainmagazine.com/sites/default/files/styles/hero_image/public/article/11904/hero-11904-2103975020.jpg?itok=tMeo_UVV" width=300 height=300> <img src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Dm6QlZlW4AIrYGx.jpg" width=300 height=300> <img src="https://www.nme.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/20122019-IMG_0236.jpg" width=300 height=300> <img src="https://static.billboard.com/files/media/harry-styles-live-msg-june-21-2018-billboard-1548-1024x677.jpg" width=300 height=300> <b>(text-colour: "red")[Harry Styles]</b> You're a broke college student, and sneaking into a concert isn't the most efficient way to support the artist, but you deserve this. You deserve to be in the pit. NOW is your chance to see him **live**, approximately 30 feet away from you. NOW is your chance to fulfill your teenage-girl dreams. [[Start]]

<img src="https://media1.tenor.com/images/5b657f532286e38483b1bfd3d28cb855/tenor.gif?itemid=13246424" width=400 height=300> <i>**bzz bzz**</i> You wake up to your Harry Styles alarm ringtone. It's 1pm. <i>Canyon Moon</i> by Harry Styles is playing. Will you [[let it play out]] or [[press stop]]?

As you should. <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ub24oZ_0Zck" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> You feel happy. Excited even. Knowing that there's a possibility of you hearing him sing this live makes you quiver with anticipation. <img src="https://media1.tenor.com/images/6743d1f7d571e71337f1674a298dff33/tenor.gif?itemid=13868146" width=300 height=400> Now it's [[time to get up.|press stop]]

The sun shines directly on your face as you struggle to get up. You check the time again. *"Why did I have to stay up so late last night?"* you thought to yourself. Today is going to be good, though. In a few hours, you're going to breathe the same air as *Harry Styles*! <i>"How am I going to get into this concert anyways?"</i> you think to yourself before referring to your plan list: - [[Plan A]]: Be discreet yet confident. Just print out a random ticket and rush in. Wouldn't matter much anyways; there are going to be thousands of other people there. - [[Plan B]]: Blend in. Look like one of the security guards using an orange vest you have in your closet. **SUPER** risky. - [[Plan C]]: Focus on the major details. Photoshop a ticket. Bring the various-colored wristbands you have bought in bulk.

You cross out your other plans: *- Plan A: Be discreet yet confident. Just print out a random ticket and rush in. Wouldn't matter much anyways; there are going to be thousands of other people there.* ~~- Plan B: Blend in. Look like one of the security gaurds using an orange vest you have in your closet.~~ ~~- Plan C: Focus on the major details. Photoshop a ticket. Bring the various-colored wristbands you have prepared.~~ You know what you're doing. *"This should be easy,"* you think to yourself. What are you going to [[wear]]?

You cross out your other plans: ~~- Plan A: Be discreet yet confident. Just print out a random ticket and rush in. Wouldn't matter much anyways; there are going to be thousands of other people there.~~ *- Plan B: Blend in. Look like one of the security gaurds using an orange vest you have in your closet.* ~~- Plan C: Focus on the major details. Photoshop a ticket. Bring the various-colored wristbands you have prepared.~~ You know what you're doing. *"I hope this works out,"* you think to yourself. You look towards the [[orange vest]] in your closet.

You cross out your other plans: ~~ Plan A: Be discreet yet confident. Just print out a random ticket and rush in. Wouldn't matter much anyways; there are going to be thousands of other people there.~~ `~~- Plan B: Blend in. Look like one of the security gaurds using an orange vest you have in your closet.~~ *- Plan C: Focus on the major details. Photoshop a ticket. Bring the various-colored wristbands you have prepared.* You've watched enough YouTube videos to know what you should do. *"Just have to do what all the other girls do and I'm good,"* you think to yourself. But first, you have to figure out [[what to wear]].

You look into your closet to find two outfits prepared: Outfit 1: <img src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/7d444cf4d8b38f6ff1402e2f31797ba7/33a31fbcbcbd7a79-73/s1280x1920/9dd04d7b0f634e98a2887c9e564c905b99ada29a.png" width=300 height=500> Outfit 2: <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b1/eb/72/b1eb7275d9146be4d146affb1bb2374a.jpg" width=300 height=500> Which outfit do you reach for? [[First outfit]] [[Second outfit]]

You put on a casual outfit—jeans and a long sleeve—before slipping on the vest. Time to [[go]].

You choose between two outfits: Outfit 1: <img src="https://66.media.tumblr.com/6cbb6f5ea92de51cbb4039f92f0ee63b/tumblr_pcdjw0bjN91u16ibvo4_400.jpg" width=300 height=500> Outfit 2: <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b1/eb/72/b1eb7275d9146be4d146affb1bb2374a.jpg" width=300 height=500> You reach for: [[Outfit 1]] [[Outfit 2]]

You put the finishing touches on your makeup and put on additional accessories. As you head downstairs, you remember to get the photoshopped ticket and wristbands. You feel your heart beating faster and faster by the hour. You're more giddy than usual—even your mom notices it. *"You're leaving already?"* your mom asks as you walk to your car. *"Yeah, Mom. I may or may not be home late,"* you answer as you step into your car. You back out of the driveway and to decide to go to a drive-thru to get food before [[heading|leaving]] to the concert venue.

you print out a ticket before you [[head out]]

You put the finishing touches on your makeup after reapplying lipgloss and mascara multiple times. As you head downstairs, yoou feel as if you're forgetting something. *"Maybe it's the nerves,"* you think to yourself. You feel your heart beating faster and faster by the hour. You're more giddy than usual—even your mom notices it. *"You're leaving already?"* your mom asks as you walk to your car. *"Yeah, Mom. I may or may not be home late,"* you answer as you step into your car. You take one more glance in the mirror before [[heading|heading out]] to the concert venue.

*"No, Mom. I think I'm going to eat first," you answer her. You take out some left over spaghetti in the fridge. <img src="https://cdn.guff.com/site_1/media/16000/15825/items/7c52e1a0c232301090665b84.jpg" width=300 height=400> *"I may or may not be home late!"* you yell to your mom as you [[get in your car]].

It's around 3:00pm. There is still enough time for you to make it to the venue early. You have the last few bites of your food and continue your drive. Your first instinct is to play Harry Styles. *Golden* is playing as you drive down the freeway. <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/raTh8Mu5oyM?start=66" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src="https://gifprint.s3.amazonaws.com/p/gif/83244/98e7c5900b280137edcd269cdd06d6ee.gif" width=400 height=300> Everything is running perfectly; you can't help but to feel uneasy... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You make it to the [[venue]]. (text-colour:"red") [What is your first move?] [[Get to the pit entrance]] [[Wait until more girls show up]]

It's around 3:00pm. There is still enough time for you to make it to the venue early. Will you spend the extra time to either [[eat food]] or [[get to the venue early]]?

*Falling* is playing from your car radio. <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/olGSAVOkkTI?start=20" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> You drive out. 20 minutes in, you still have an uneasy feeling. Did you *forget* something? Oh no. <b>[[The ticket!]]</b>

You put the finishing touches on your makeup and put on additional accessories. As you head downstairs, you remember to get the photoshopped ticket and wristbands. You feel your heart is beating faster and faster by the hour. You're more giddy than usual—even your mom notices it. *"You're leaving already?"* your mom asks as you walk to your car. *"Yeah, Mom. I may or may not be home late,"* you answer as you step into your car. You back out of the driveway and to decide to go to a drive-thru to get food before [[heading|get into the venue]] to the concert venue.

You eat before getting in the car and [[arriving]] at the [[venue|v2]].

It's around 3:00pm. There is still enough time for you to make it to the venue early. You have the last few bites of your food and continue your drive. Your first instinct is to play Harry Styles. *Adore You* is playing as you drive down the freeway. <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yezDEWako8U?start=181" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> <img src="https://gifprint.s3.amazonaws.com/p/gif/83244/98e7c5900b280137edcd269cdd06d6ee.gif" width=400 height=300> Everything is running perfectly; you can't help but to feel uneasy... ------------------------- You make it to the venue <img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a5/Forum_Inglewood.JPG" width=400 height=300> (*The Forum*) (text-colour: "red")[You consider your first move] Will you: [[Talk to another security guard first]] [[Just walk in]]

You see an enormous amount of girls in line to get into the pit which makes it makes it easier for you to see the wristband color. Good thing you didn't wait for more girls to show up. <img src="https://onlinestore.worldwideticketcraft.com/files/subscribers/1c2e84aa-5eb2-4ccd-8589-eb430de107e2/webfiles/FASTBANDS-1inch-colors.jpg" width=400 height=300> *"Dark blue it is,"* you mumble to yourself as you find the wristband in your purse. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do you [[put the wristband on immediately]] or [[find a place where not much people can see you]]?

*"It's probably too early for a lot of girls to be here anyways,"* you think to yourself. You wait in the car as time passes by slowly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finally, you decide to step out and head towards the pit entrance. Unfortunately, it was closed. It's disheartening, but at least you have the [[fake ticket]] left to use.

You make it to the venue. <img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a5/Forum_Inglewood.JPG" width=400 height=300> (*The Forum*) You notice as you pull into the parking lot that there's already a lot of girls bombarding the main entrance. You aren't too late, but the entrance to the pit is now closed. Time to use your [[fake ticket]] instead of the wristbands.

You lose a little hope. Your main goal was to get into the pit, but you didn't make it. If only you left a little earlier. However, since you photoshopped the ticket, you were able to [[get into the venue]] regardless.

You pull the dark blue wristsband out from your purse. All the other wristbands unexpectedly fell out of the purse as well, causing other people to look at you in disbelief. You feel embarassed... on the verge of tears. You see one of the security guards come towards your way. You feel your heart fall out of your chest and crumble into pieces. [[Next|next]]

You walk over to the women's restroom, however, it was PACKED. Luckily, the men's restroom is nearly empty. You head into one of the stalls and pick out the dark blue wristband. *"Is it really this easy?"* you think. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You wait in line for the pit. As you inch closer and closer to the doors, your hands become more and more shaky. This is [[the moment of truth]]

It was just a quick glance on the wrist, and that was it. As you pass through the double doors to get into the pit, you feel goosebumps; your adrenaline is pumping like crazy. You finally get to see [[Harry Styles]].

Hey, you weren't able to get into the pit... but you are still at the [[concert]].

You're filled with all sorts of nerves, until you finally conjure up the confidence to talk to the security guard. What do you say? [["Rodrick Benee needs me over in the pit section, or do yo know here he is actually?"]] [["It's my first time running one of these events, and I was told you are supposed to guide me for today"]]

You roam around the area and find yourself in the section 102. Close to the stage, but not close enough. You try to walk to a different area, but you see a security guard with a half-malicious gait. You think this is the end. You try to walk to a different direction, but he[[stops you]].

"Sorry I don't know where he is," he answers. "It's okay I'll just head over there and find him myself," you reply. You walk towards the [[pit]] confidently.

The security guard agree to help you out. You head over to section 102, avoiding other security guards. You notice he lights starting to dim. The concert is [[starting]].

As the opening performances happened, a security guard approaches you. He is the same guy from earlier. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be backstage!" he exclaimed. Not knowing what to do, you follow the security guard [[backstage]].

all of a sudden... there he is. right before you eyes. Harry. Freaking. Styles. <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7f/51/03/7f510324d6d51e4df46a557b74a15044.gif" He walks past you and smiles. A few minutes later, he makes his entrance to the stage; you were able to [[watch him|Harry Styles]] in the back wings behind the stage curtain.

This is it. You're in the pit watching the opening performances. You're enjoying yourself until a security guard goes up to you. "Hey pal, do your job," he retorts. Not the experience you thought you were going to have. But hey, you made it into the pit. All of a sudden, you [[pass out]].

"Who are you? I have never seen you here before," he says. you feel uneasy. and burst into [[tears]].

The security guard is confused You admit defeat. you get kicked out. no harry Styles for you. <img src="https://media1.tenor.com/images/2f1995393744b37325c631e6415316ac/tenor.gif?itemid=9655060">

You should've eaten food. <img src="https://media.giphy.com/media/2Ur4qvS7WXfkZJSBOE/giphy.gif">

You get there late. "It;s okay," you think to yourself. You manage to squeeze through the crowd of girls and into the stadium. This is it. The concert is [[starting]].

You drive back and frantically print the ticket before leaving again. *"I can't be late to this,"* you think to yourself. You press your foot harder on the gas to get back home fast enough. With your mind full of worries, you hear a siren. You're getting pulled over. [[Just great]].

You're pulled over on the side of the freeway. You probably won't make it in time and you have a $100 ticket for speeding. Nearly the same cost as a GA ticket to a Harry Styles concert. You don't make it to the pit, let alone the venue. <img src="https://media1.tenor.com/images/2f1995393744b37325c631e6415316ac/tenor.gif?itemid=9655060">

<img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a5/Forum_Inglewood.JPG" width=400 height=300> (*The Forum*) [[Return|leaving]]

<img src="https://media1.tenor.com/images/2f1995393744b37325c631e6415316ac/tenor.gif?itemid=9655060"> You feel defeated. Maybe it was too good to be true. :(

<img src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c6/45/b3/c645b30980b9eeda64fda904e6feb6fc.gif"> There he is... The sexy beast himself. You did it. Up front and center. Congratulations.

<img src="https://aviewfrommyseat.com/medium/anonymous-20180721031201.jpg" Yay.

<img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a5/Forum_Inglewood.JPG" width=400 height=300> (*The Forum*) [[Return|eat food]]