At one time I would have been ecstatic to be here! I mean backstage at a One Direction concert! Who wouldn’t be happy? I mean even though I’ve met tons of celebrities by now and I’m a guy whose the same age as them, I cant help but get all giddy… even though my agency is only doing this to help spread my fan base, I don’t care. With not that many celebrities being teenagers it’s hard to have friends, or at least true friends and not people trying to be famous off of you. That’s why meeting One Direction could be my chance to have some normal friends… well I guess normal is used loosely here. None the less I was excited and not me acting excited like I do a lot but genuinely. Then my manager comes over… of course he would ruin this moment for me, just like everything else.
This story is told from One Direction’s point of view (mostly Harry) and a made up character whose name is Scott.