Reece Mastin; what an experience.

Firstly, I have never seen so many teenage girls in one place at one time in my whole entire life. Secondly, I have never heard so many teenage girls screaming that loudly in my whole entire life and thirdly, teenage girls are officially growing up way, way too fast.

For the purpose of the story though, it’s probably best if we go back to where it all began; The Janoskians.

Personally, I have absolutely no idea who they are and after tonights experiences, I have absolutely no desire to ever find out. However, if the screams that were coming from the rest of the crowd were anything to go by, it would seem that the rest of the room obviously felt differently about the idea. Given that they really weren’t all that impressive though, I can’t quite see what all the fuss was about. Although, considering I almost lost my use of hearing from the constant high pitched screams, I’m going to take a wild guess and say that it must be a teenage thing.

Next up; Justice Crew. Someone who in theory, I was quite excited to be watching. The crowd full of people however, made that nearly impossible. Even on the off chance that I could’ve made it past the screaming and shouting, it was almost impossible to see the stage through the rows of people who had decided to stand in their seats in front of me.

Mind you, I don’t think I lasted a single song before walking out and even then I was almost certain my poor little head was going to explode.

So there I was; sitting outside waiting for Reece to come on stage, on the opposite side of closed doors, hundreds of metres from a room filled with teenage girls and yet the constant screams were still enough to warrant ear plugs and panadol. It was safe to say that by this stage, I was well and truly regretting my decision.

However, fast forward half an hour to the moment that the cute little Reece Mastin finally walks himself out onto the stage and all of the doubt that I had once held, instantly melted away. There he was, standing out there on that stage; the cutest little rockstar that I had ever seen, singing his heart out. I was officially impressed, as were the thousands of teenage girls around me, still screaming their little lungs out.

The life of a rockstar, right?