Story by: @PeaceLoveFatima
Twelve. Twelve years old and going to my first concert. My FIRST. His name is Justin Bieber, and I had just been diagnosed with Bieber Fever. Sitting next to my friend Kirsti (@13kirstibieber) on the long ride to the Rose Garden, the shock hits me of how important this night my be to my life. But it’s just some kid with flippy hair singing, right?
There are no tickets to be found at the website I’ve been checking. The radio hosts already gave away the Bieber Fever package, complete with tickets, Meet & Greets and overnight accomodations. I called and called the station, but never won them. That night I walk over to my mom. She is sitting on the patio with my grandmother who is visiting from Sweden and my sister. I start to cry. My mother has never seen me so devastated. “C’mon, it’s not the end of the world. Grandma can set up a concert for you. I mean, look at her. She’s got the voice, the hair. You can’t even tell the difference, eh?” My grandma attempts a Bieber hair flip, holds an imaginary microphone and starts singing “Baby, baby, baby oooh”. I start laughing, ‘cause who can resist it?
It’s June, and I finally realize that it’s now or never to get those tickets. Everything is sold out. The only ones left are in the seats on the highest level. Better than nothing, right? I buy them. I tell Kirsti not to mention it to her mom because it was supposed to be a surprise. She wins my approval by saying “Don’t worry, Fatima, I’ll just act surprised. I’m really good at it!”
After a meal at the Cheesecake Factory, we head to the concert location full and excited. We rush to give the guard our tickets so he can let us in. It took forever! We hear music already playing from inside the stadium. “Ahh sh*t,” I say, “it’s already started!!!!” We sprint, and I mean SPRINT, to the elevators. There are about 20 people or so trying to squeeze in. We push our way through, very urgently. “Hey-” a lady starts.”Sorry, but we’re here for a very important reason! Nothing can keep us #beliebers from our man!” I reply. The elevator is hella crowded. My face gets so red! I guess I’m claustrophobic. Huh, who knew… I look over at Kirsti. She looks like she’s about to scream! I get a flashback- from when we were in the mall, and we tried the Hurricane Stimulator. How she freaked out ‘cause she is crazy claustrophobic. It feels like we are sardines in a can!
We find our seats, and before you know it, the concert is already over! I silently thank the lord for giving this child such great talent, and thank Justin Bieber for the amazing show. I remember the long, sleepy ride home…. A few days after the concert, I look up more of his songs. His music videos, his lyrics. I find a song that probably means the most to me than all of the songs made on this planet: Down To Earth. At first, I cry. Then the leaky faucet starts. I bawl and cannot believe what power this song has over me. I remember… remember memories of where I can relate to this song. That makes me cry even harder. My mom looks over, probably thinking I am crazy or something for randomly bursting out in tears…. but she understands. She’s one of the only people who get me. I am thankful for having her in my life. After all, she is my hero. Raised by a teen mom, she came so far to America by herself to start a second life. She inspires me. She inspires me to #nenversaynever… no wonder why Justin Bieber is one of my role models; he and my mother have so much in common. Small town kids, dreaming big and always watching out so they won’t fall. I guess all I have left to say is thank you. Thank you, Justin, for giving me hope. And thank you, mother, for working so hard to give me the life I deserve.