A Day I Will Never Forget

Author's Note: I didn't think that my Patriot's Pen piece was very good, so I decided to write this essay to bring along with this. This essay is about when I met Justin Bieber and went to his concert. 

"Justin! Justin! Justin!” Came from the mouths of 20,000 girls screaming to their idol. The energy was visible. The excitement was heard. This is what began one of the best 9 hours of my life.
  As we arrive to the BMO Harris Bradley Center my nerves begin to fill with Bieber Fever. The first thing we spotted were the clothing items. I instantly turned 180 degrees and begged my mother to get me something.

“Fine.” She sighed, as her infamous answer exited her mouth.

I began to geek out even more than I already was. “There are so many choices!” I said puzzled on what merchandise to purchase. As I heard one of the salespeople finish with a customer, I turned my head to see what would soon join my family of clothing, a “Swaggy” sweatshirt. I asked my mother for approval. Once I got a nod that seemed quite hesitant, I turned to the workers and asked for the sweatshirt.

“This is our last one. It’s a large.” The woman said to me.

I turned to my mother and said “I don’t care what size it is, I need that sweatshirt.”

She laughed, and I turned, an inch away from grabbing my gift. Jenna began to contemplate on what she should buy, she pointed out a hat that I would not leave without buying. My mother, who was getting even more annoyed by the second, allowed me to get it, ensuring that I know this will be the last thing I buy.

Just as a slight breeze slipped by, I covered up with my sweatshirt. Now that I'm warmed up, I enjoyed the seemingly long wait to meet my idol, Justin Bieber.

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As the doors began to open, bringing in huge crowds of hyperventilating girls, my nerves began to fill with yet another dose of Bieber Fever. When the group of friends that I was with are allowed to go into the building, we started fangirling, imagining the fantastic moment ahead.
We waited, and waited until finally we were next in line. Almost in tears, I started to realize what I’m about to experience. I’m going to meet Justin Bieber. The 18-year-old celebrity I have been idolizing since 2009. My moment had finally come. The bodyguard motioned us to go through the door. A black curtain is about 2 feet away from the doorway, and guarding at the entrance, is Justin’s bodyguard, Kenny, who we coincidentally have been searching for all day.
“Oh my God. You’re Kenny!” I say, unconscious of what words are rambling out of my mouth.
“Hey, What’s Up?” He replied. “Alright guys, you’re up.”
“Heh, thank you.” I think I said-- I hope I said.
We file in one by one. I’m unfortunately the last one in. When I catch a glimpse of his face, I vividly remember literally feeling my eyes pop out of my head. I quickly get in line with the rest to capture the picture that will forever remain in my possession. I begin to walk away, when all of a sudden I remember I had written him a note, I turn around and hand him the note. As he reaches for the note, he winks at me. Followed by holding the note against his heart, and replying with, “Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.”
The rest of the night was a blur because of how crazy it was, put I will honestly never forget this moment.