This week’s word from Alias over at Where’s My Backpack? is, TOY… so I’m going with TOY BOY and not just one but FOUR of them at that. You see, last week Darling Daughter and I saw in concert none other than One Direction!
And I will be the first to admit, I was pleasantly surprised, it was a good concert. I know, I’m shocked too but for the entire concert I was up, out of my seat, dancing with the best of them by the end. The best part, Darling Daughter didn’t even mind!
It was such a fun night as there was a definite camaraderie between the four boys albeit there were definitely four different personalities up there on stage: the one who is a musician not JUST a singer; the one who wished someone had declared “no glove, no love“; the one ensuring everyone else is okay; and then there’s the one who if not in rehab in the next five years, or worse, it will be nothing short of a miracle.
Given the average age of the concert goers was most likely sixteen as you can see, oddly I didn’t feel old (lol, what does that say about me I wonder?). However, I quickly learnt that this age don’t applaud at the end of a song, they scream.
Between the girls beside us and these behind, honestly, I swear my ears were bleeding at time. My gosh they could scream loudly but hey, I survived to tell the story and have the souvenir program to prove it, lol!