Boy Bands and Concerts

My sister is obsessed with the boy band "One Direction". (I'm serious... OBSESSED.) She sings their songs all day, makes jokes that you'd only understand if you are familiar with the boy band members: Niall, Zayn, Louis, Harry, and Liam, and she has their posters plastered all over her room. To be fair, I have 2 posters of them in my room, but that might be because I think they're cute. (And they're British, so, they've got accents. Not that that determines one's self worth, but it sure helps capture the attention of American teenage girls.)
Whenever my sister runs through the house screaming about One Direction, their tour, the last shirt color they wore, my dad rolls his eyes and walks away. But even worse is the fact that my dad actually has been humming the lyrics to their songs because Emily plays them so much.)
I remember boy bands like the Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync. I wasn't that crazy about them then because I was younger, but I still remember the general craziness attached to hearing their songs and seeing their faces on TV or on posters. But it never ceases to bring a smile to my face when Emily comments on her British boy band One Direction. She really loves them.
Which brings me to the fact that, in twelve months, I'll be at the Hershey Giant Center watching One Direction perform at a concert, my crazy screaming sister beside me losing her mind, surrounded by thousands of other fans screaming their heads off and losing their minds, while I stand their with my ear plugs securely in place, dreading being mobbed by a bunch of fan girls. It's going to be quite a night, I'm sure.