“And the ticket number is... drum roll please.” The patter of hands on knees filled the arena and suddenly a number was shouted. It had to have been rigged there is no day they would willingly give up a day to spend with two crazed fans. “498.” I heard disappointing groans fill the arena, I rolled my eyes. I then had Maddi come running up to me. “What ticket number are you?” I looked at her in disbelief. “I didn’t check, it’s obviously rigged.” I pulled out my ticket anyway. 498. Great I was spending the day with One Direction.