Justin Bieber Can Have Whatever He Wants, Including Me

At approximately 8:28 p.m. last night, I completely lost my hearing. Why? Because I went to the Justin Bieber concert at Madison Square Garden last night. About a month ago, I wrote a post about Bieber Fever Bipolarism and my inter-battle with Justin. Well, as of right now, I am completely on-board with the Bieber train, not that I was ever really off.

Here’s a recap of last night’s events:

• Sean Kingston and some girl named Jessica Jarrell (not important) opened for Justin. When Ms. Jarrell began to perform, I thought it was a good time to grab a beer. Sean Kingston doesn’t sing live at all, he just makes party favor noises and tells people to put their hands up, which is completely fine and what I prefer.
• After an excruciating 50+ minutes of waiting for Justin to get on stage, my friend and I had to withstand the shrills, shrieks, and screams of what seemed to be like one trillion tween girls.
• Iyaz comes out and performs his smash hit “Replay” = more screaming
• They announce that this particular show is going to be Justin’s (first-named basis now) 3D movie and ask the entire arena to stand up and make a heart sign…in complete silence. Didn’t happen, obviously, but who knows, look for me in the movie, I was pretty serious about the silence thing.
• Justin comes on and EVERYONE, moms, dads, confused boys, and myself included (less so my friend) go ape-shit crazy.
• The show’s going well, Justin’s doing his thing, until he starts to sing “U Smile” and Boyz II Men comes out for some Motown-flavored harmonizing with Justin.
• After Justin performs acoustic versions of two of his songs in a heart-shaped cage above his audience, Usher comes out.
• Then Miley Cyrus
• Then Jaden Smith
• Then Sean Kingston again
• Then Ludacris

Pretty much something like that. The show was not only superfluously full of superstars—it was also highly entertaining, in more than one-way. A woman, presumably in her 30’s went alone and danced the ENTIRE TIME, even for the popcorn guy. Drunk? High? No, huge Bieber fan. And I’m not going to lie, when Miley Cyrus came out, I kind of wanted the concert to turn into a 65-minute version of “Party in the USA”. Instead, it was this, which was FINE. (Not my video or screams by the way)

What I enjoyed the most wasn’t Justin’s performances on the guitar, drums, or piano, but the 10-minutes of home videos they showed of him “back in the day” (yesterday). Little 3 year-old Justin playing a flawless beat on the drums or singing his ABC’s at age 2 was nothing short of adorable, but proof that he didn’t just come out of talent-less thin air. So the kid’s knowledge on geography isn’t so good, and MAYBE his hair looks kind of stupid, but who cares. I happily left the concert last night as a shameless 22 year-old, bypassing the sea of parents waiting for their kids. I didn’t quite understand the extent of Bieber Fever until last night, guess I better check my temperature soon.