The other day (Wednesday, April 23rd to be exact), I went on a small adventure. I didn't think I would go this far to see four of my favorite musicians. Yeah, that's right. I went to "stalk" a band. To be specific, I went to see 5 Seconds of Summer... at their hotel. This was totally something new for me and my best friend, Lizette. I was literally trying everything to track them. I was on Twitter the night before and found the rumored hotel, which I was a little skeptic about because it was in downtown Manhattan, which is pretty far from the venue that they played at. I had a plan set for that day and figured that I would go downtown first to check out the hotel and see if they boys would be there, and if they weren't there, then Lizette and I would go to hotels around Times Square and Lexington Ave. As we found the hotel, it was completely empty and we were standing there for about 5 minutes or so and these two girls came up to us and told us that it was probably the wrong hotel. I do not follow band update Twitter accounts, because I'm not into that stuff. Anyway, they happen to be fangirls, which were very helpful. They found pictures through Twitter and tried to match the background with the surroundings of other possible hotels. There were another group of girls that came up as well and the next thing you know it, we were all doing research in a circle. In about 10 minutes of searching, the two girls found the hotel. I was mind blown of how much of a pro they were at this stalking thing. So, we hopped on the Subway and went to the nearest stop to the hotel and walked a few blocks. The group was walking way too fast to get to the hotel, like they were running instead of walking. Lizette and I were literally walking at our normal pace and the group of girls were just getting further and further. Once we got to the hotel, there were a medium size group of girls standing outside near the door already. So, we just stood on the side of the sidewalk and just chilled (literally, because it was really windy out). When it was about 5pm and we decided to move closer to the hotel and the girls that were there before us were pretty rude and gave everyone an attitude (I totally ignored them though because why would I stoop to their level? Most of them were younger than me anyway. Plus, why would I respect people who don't respect others. Moving on, so while waiting, Lizette and I met three lovely girls, two who travelled about 4 hours (and not to mention, were so cute) and one who just got out of school to meet the boys. We had some fun conversations going on while waiting. One of the girls that travelled about 4 hours came with her friend of course and her mom and little brother, who is quite the entertainer. The little brother would say the cutest, yet funniest things and when he heard someone say "Miley Cyrus," he ended up twerking. They were pretty cool and I'm glad that I've met them. It was almost 6pm and the boys weren't at the hotel yet and no one was sure when they were coming, but the family and friend decided to leave because the boys weren't coming anytime soon. We ended exchanging Twitter accounts and took a photo. So, the girl who went to the hotel right after school entertained Lizette and I with her lovely sass. She was pretty funny. Then we all had met another girl who travelled alone on a bus to the hotel and she was cool also. We continued having random conversations. Then at around 7pm, a cab pulled up and the body guard came out and told everyone to step back as two of the boys, Michael and Ashton were getting out of the cab, but then it went downhill when two of the other boys, Luke and Calum got mobbed. Luke actually stopped and took one selfie with a girl, then every other [crazy] fangirl tried to get a selfie with him and Calum. I was just standing at the perimeter taking photos and then I just saw how crazy the crowd was just to get a selfie with them. All of the things that were going through my head at that moment was, "why are these girls doing this?" "they're people too, please respect them" "they don't deserve this" and "poor guys." Once the boys got into the hotel safely, they tweeted that they were not going to come out and needed a breather. In other words, the girls who mobbed them were too crazy and they had ruined a chance to actually meeting the guys. Thanks a lot annoying, rude fangirls! Later on, I was hoping that the boys would cave in and come out because the crazy crowd of girls had left and the calmer ones had stayed. We all did a prayer circle as well, hoping for a wonderful moment of the boys coming out of hiding. The ones who decided to stay were trying to stay outside little longer in the cold, but some had to go home because it was getting late. Lizette and I ended up staying another hour hoping that the boys would come out, even though they've sent out that tweet. It was getting pretty late and dark, so we've decided to go home because the boys did not come out after all. At least I got to see them and hopefully they saw me through their cab window and know that I exist now. Haha. This was a whole new experience and maybe next time, it will be a little bit better (meaning, hopefully I will actually meet them).
