I remember it all too well. I was standing in line with my sister for the door to open. I'm not sure if it was the five cups of coffee or the ten small bags of skittles that I had, but I have never been so nervous and excited in my life at the same time. My sister and I had decided--well, more like I declared that we would be arriving an entire hour early. I wanted to at least have a few minutes to take it all in.

It's almost as if time was purposely taking its sweet and precious time just to arrive. More and more cars began to pull up on the curb only to drop off a few people who would also be attending. Everyone was mumbling and one could easily eavesdrop a conversation. I chatted with many other fans, exchanging Twitter handlers, dates for future events, and also excitements and expectations for the what would be occurring in the large arena. Only a few measly minutes left until the events starts. I thought to myself.

Just a few more minutes.

Soon the doors swiftly opened letting the scent of brand new concert merchandise out the door. My sister and I approached two men that were dressed completely in black and they tried their hardest to look extremely professional. One of the guards eyed us as if he were saying, "Aren't you a little too young to be here?"

My almost identical looking sister, who was born two years after me, and I made it passed the guard and we were officially in the cool building. The spring heat that felt like it belonged in summer was beginning to show on our clothes, but we were both more than positive that it would be much worse as soon as we stepped into our designated area. We climbed up two sets of stairs and easily found our seats. There was a good view of the stage from our perspective. The piano, the lights, the white writing, the guitars---all of the instruments needed for the opening act were there. The opening act that I had been waiting to see since July, the opening act that I had been keeping track of for this day to happen on the Countdown App on my phone, the opening act that made me start to fangirl every time I heard his name and him on the radio.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please . . . Put your hands together and welcome Hunter Hayes!" That's when the lights went down and the guitar strumming began. The lights matched each strum that Hunter made on the guitar. "I was a ferris wheel in an empty field where nobody goes . . ."