Are the children from One Direction even old enough to buy cigars? On second thought, this title may be extremely inappropriate.
I was jamming to some adult contemporary rock the other day on satellite radio the other day because that’s where I am in life right now. This awesome song game on and I was really into it. Like, yeah!, story of my life, written on a stone, want to be frozen in moments with your love. Right on!
So I pull out my smartphone (I may be old-ish, but I’m not technology-incompetent!) and I open my Song ID application. I hit the button and walked away to fax papers or something. I went on my merry way, forgetting that I had ID-ed a song.
I went to text someone a little later and my jaw dropped when I saw that the song was by the super popular, totally awesome, oh-my-gosh-so-cute, boy band, One Direction. Oh. Em. Gee.
I had a panic attack. Do I really like this pop group? And why are they so much better than Backstreet Boys and NSYNC. It was absolute horror. I couldn’t believe it. I was beginning to get obsessed with the song. It got played on repeat a few times (but no where close to how many times the new Eric Church song was/is being consecutively played).
I started getting worried about how great I thought that song was, so I logged on to the You Tube and looked up some of their other songs. They were not good and a breathed a huge sigh of relief. One Direction got lucky with that song. Lucky duckies. I came this close to liking you.