Chiefs of Santaluces: Dulce Paz

Matthew Leto, Staff Writer

“I remember the first time I went to a concert and I was in the seventh grade. I begged my mom to let me go to the One Direction concert with my friend and she finally agreed. Her parents drove us to Miami and we had to wait in line for over an hour before we finally got in. It was a struggle to find our seats but when we did, we waited for the opening act and when ¬†One Direction finally ¬†appeared. We screamed at the top of our lungs and sang every lyric. At the end of the night, we realized we lost our voice and could barely speak. When we left the American Airlines Arena, we got lost and getting lost in Miami during the night time is not the best experience. My friend and I slept at her house and in the morning, we looked at all the pictures and videos we had took. After that, I went to see One Direction again the following year because I was obsessed.”