Brush with the Stars

I remember my first concert as kid. I went to see Aaron Carter at musikfest, which is a music festival that occurs one week every summer in the historic city of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. There are many different famous artists that come and perform, as well as some local musicians. I was probably around ten years old at the time. My mom bought me and my two best friends at the time tickets. We all got ready for the concert together and were bursting with excitement. As we drove, the car ride seemed to take forever, even though it was only about twenty minutes. When we arrived, we walked through the streets of Bethlehem that were now all lined with different vendors selling everything from food to homemade bracelets and jewelery. We headed toward the main stage area, and found our seats. Me and my friends were so small, that we couldn't see over the tall people in front of us, so we courageously climbed up and stood on our chairs, which were wobbly lawn chairs. We watched Aaron perform, while screaming the words to all his songs of course, and after we went up to the stage to meet him. There were an extreme amount of people up there, all screaming and wanting an autograph. As I stood there, I became extremely nervous as he was coming toward me and my friends. A wave of excitement consumed me and I started to ask him for his autograph, but nothing came out. My mom realized that I was being shy, so she asked for me, and looking back on it, I feel so embarrassed, but at the time I didn't care, I just wanted to meet him. The sounds that surrounded me consisted of other little girls screams piercing the crowds ears. But I didn't really notice any of that because I was focused on one thing, one person, Aaron Carter.