It's a blistering cold Saturday morning in mid-January. At a TicketMaster Box Office there can be found a line that circles the block of 300 teenage girls, ages thirteen to seventeen, anxious and shivering in Parkas and Thinsulate gloves waiting for the first ticket to the B2K Scream 2 Tour Concert to go on sell. The giddy girls are oblivious to the cold because they are willing to go the ends of the earth just to be able to get anywhere near the teenage heartthrobs of the boy-band quartet. In a case where any "normal" person would be curled up on a couch with hot cocoa to escape the arctic conditions, young girls everywhere are happily freezing to spend their well saved allowances for the one night only concert, which to them is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Standing in corner turning lines is only a minor factor in living the life of a teenage fanatic.
             On the night of the well-anticipated concert an amphitheater is filled with 3,000 shrieking teenage girls from the very first mosh pit row to the grass seated nosebleed section. Every girl in attendance regardless of where she is seated is equally happy to be in the presence of the young men they hopelessly devote themselves to and would die happy knowing that their last, sweet teenage living day was spent watching B2k or whatever the most popular boyband is at that time. Every girl jam packed into the space can be guaranteed to be wearing her newest boy band tee shirt with the face of her favorite member on it. Some girls even go as far as to get shirts airbrushed and personalized to outright declare their love of the boys in hope that he might read it and magically fall just as madly in love with her as she is with him. The humid air surrounding the concert-goers is filled with a plethora of scents of lip-gloss flavors ranging for strawberry to cosmic cupcake. The massive wear of flavored lip-gloss ca
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