My daughter is smiling in this picture because she just opened a box containing a scarf and a ticket to the One Direction concert in July. I now know how Oprah feels when you help to make someone’s dream come true. It was actually my friend’s sister Beth who made it happen. My daughter has been wanting to see One Direction since this summer when she found out they are coming in July 2013 and two of her good friends were going. Her friends weren’t going with a parent though and I wasn’t comfortable with that. I told her not to worry we would find tickets. That was before I realized what a big deal this charming British boy band is. I didn’t have the foresight to buy tickets a year in advance. Who buys tickets that early anyhow? I now know, scalpers who want to make money off of desperate people with teenage daughters.
I waited and waited sure that as time went by perhaps they would go down in price. I was wrong. Before the holidays, the asking price was up to $750 for two tickets and possibly more for a decent seat. Charming or not there was no way I was paying that for a concert. Fortunately Beth had the foresight to purchase tickets when they first went on sale for the original price of $95 for good seats. She offered to give up her ticket so my daughter could go, but the catch was there would be no adult. With a little encouragement from my friend I put my word for the year, faith into practice. I was going to have faith that as the concert date got closer I might be able to score a cheap nose bleed ticket and at least walk the girls into the venue to their seats. My main concern with the concert is the mob factor. I’m envisioning a reenactment of one of the first Beatles concerts with girls trampling each other in hysteria. Faith worked its magic though and one of the girls will be out of town and there’s now an extra ticket for an adult. Thank you God and thank you Beth. Did you have a best gift ever this year? If so please share in the comments.
I posted a follow up story in July 2013 of my daughter’s concert day experience. It’s titled Stalking One Direction which brought back memories of my own star struck days.
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Chelsea {Whatcha Makin' Now?} says
That is a great picture! I’m so glad it worked out and you both are able to go. Who knows, maybe you’ll become one of their biggest fans. HAHA
My most memorable Christmas gift was when my hubby proposed (6 years ago)- he popped the question on Christmas Eve before we went to see our families. It was perfect and sweet and made the time with family even better.
dawn says
Thanks for sharing Chelsea. I don’t think I can top that Christmas gift.
Alison Gibb says
Love this story Dawn – your daughter will have a great time and so will the lucky adult!! Jealous x
Karen D. Austin says
That’s a great story. My mother wouldn’t let me attend concerts when I was living under her roof. I would have been on cloud 9 to have such an opportunity. Thanks for sharing your story.
dawn says
It was great to see how excited she was and I even did a follow up post this summer after the concert because she got to see Harry coming out of his hotel. It reminded me of a similar experience I had in college. https://www.joyfulscribblings.com/2013/07/stalking-one-direction/ I think I’ll actually add the link to this post. Thanks for commenting.
Phoebe Wulliman Graber says
Thanks for sharing! Had a similar experience with my daughter wanting to attend a MIKA concert (also British) in Chicago last spring. Chicago is scary driving even for me and so I drove her. I was a bit worried about the concert as she was meeting friends of friends she didn’t really know. It turned out to be a small venue and I was permitted to wait in the bar in front of the concert hall. I was not the only parent who had tagged along :)!
dawn says
You can never be too careful. I want my daughter to experience things, but sometimes she thinks she’s a lot older than she is. As mothers I don’t know if we ever stop worrying.