Whether we like to admit it or not, many of us have all experienced "Bieber Fever" at some point in our lifetime. My case started when I was just 11 years old (8 years ago) when my friend had told me about this new singer who was "the next Aaron Carter." I didn't believe her until I watched the music video for his first hit, "One Time." I did not know it then, but, Justin Bieber would soon become the love of my life. I am not kidding, I must have played that song at least a million times. I was a very dedicated fangirl, learning all the dance moves that went a long with the song, memorizing the lyrics, and even standing in line for 5 hours at his concert at Six Flags. I saw him again in 2011 at the XL Center. That leads me to the adventure I had this year that taught me to live a little more.
It all started at a family party Sunday, July 10th. Justin Bieber was playing that night, again at the XL Center and I was very depressed that I was not going to the show (I mean c'mon why wouldn't I be). I had vowed to stay off all social media that night because I would be so jealous of everyone that was going. My friend had called me on the way home from the party and asked if I wanted to go to Hartford and see if we could maybe get some tickets. I thought she was insane, there was no way I was going to try and scalp tickets when my bank account was already hurting. She told me that we were just going to mess around and not actually get the tickets, only to have some fun.
We arrived in Hartford to a complete mad scene. Fans were everywhere, screaming with delight amid the traffic and food vendors that lined the street. We walked around for at least a half hour trying to find someone who was selling tickets, until we finally found a huge group of typical scalpers who were trying to sell tickets that were way overpriced. All of them wanted to sell their tickets for $200 to $300. We tried to get them to lower their prices, and some of them did a little, but there was still no way we were going to spend that much. We even started a fight between two groups of scalpers, that had us running away in fear of getting in the middle of it. We all agreed that we were just going to stop and go home.
As we were leaving, one of the same group of scalpers approached us and asked us how much we wanted for the tickets. We had given them a price of $80 per ticket for lower level seats, a complete steal. These were $300 dollar seats easy. We didn't think he'd accept our offer, but he did. We started screaming and dancing in the middle of the common area of the XL Center, receiving weird looks from everyone around. But we didn't care, we scammed the scammers.
Before this day, I was always a person who needed to have a set schedule of when to do things. I have realized that spontaneity is sometimes a necessity. Yes, you do need to follow a path in order to know you're headed in the right direction, but it does not hurt to every once in a while steer off the main road for a moment. Life is too short to not be adventurous. Go out and start living.
