One Direction #WWAATLANTA

It's been a while friends!
Sorry.  My friend Tori said I was suffering from PCD (Post Concert Depression), and she was probably right because I was in some awful weird funky move for the last month.

But on to WWAAtlanta. It was amazing.
We should have known it was going to be deafening,  though. I'm not even going to lie. I. Was not. Prepared. Girls were screaming because the doors were opened. It was scary. A lot of people think that One Direction is a joke and they don't have "legit" music, and maybe you can argue that statement, BUT their fans are NO JOKE. I had a short moment when I was REALLY obsessed with Liam and Zayn and Harry. Those 30 weeks were when I purchased my tickets. ...and then shortly after the flames burned out. All of the boys are still fine as wine, but they just died out.

 It was ecstatic. 5sos did well, they performed amnesia  great, I wish they would have performed don't stop, but its okay.  It was actually really inspiring, like they are real...they really did it.

 

And don't even pretend like sometimes you forget that celebrities are real, okay? They are like myths, all ways being told and spread about, but never seen.

 

So to see that they ARE REAL and they could get that many fans to support them within four (?) years is inspiring. It makes me want to pursue my dreams of becoming a music publisher and scorer.

 

My favourite part was...all of it, I loved it all. It was a shitting good time. Thank you, you five wankers.

 

(I know the vide is sideways MY BAD, it was intense!!)