Last week, I accompanied my best friend to the concert she has been talking about for as long as I have known her. From the moment Beyoncé Knowles-Carter announced at the Super Bowl this past February she was going on tour, there has been little else on the mind of my friend Haley. Even though I am not the biggest Beyoncé fan out there (oh, calm down, BeyHive), I promised Haley many years ago when Bey went on another tour I would go see her.

So here we are. Last Saturday, Haley's dreams finally came true at the Rose Bowl and she saw Queen Bey in concert. There were many emotions that day and I documented them all.

Disbelief.

“I can’t believe we are going to a Beyonce concert today! Is this really happening?"

Yes, ma'am. It's happening! You've got the tickets right there. Are you excited?

"Is this happening!?"

...yes. It's happening.

Anxiety.

“We need to get there five-hours early."

The concert doesn't start until nine.

"We are getting in the car at four."

Camaraderie.

“These are my people. They understand me. I love Beyoncé, they love Beyoncé. They even have her song quotes on their clothing. I love them. I love all of them."

My personal favorite was that they sold lemonade at a concert for an album called "Lemonade"... yeah, no one else thought it was as cool as I did, either. You're not alone.

Frustration.

“These are not my people. Why are so many of them getting cross-faded before they see the greatest concert ever? Don’t they realize what they are about to miss because of their stupidity? This is Queen Bey! Be in your right mind for it!"

I agree with her. A lot of people kept getting up from our aisle to go to the bathroom or get more alcohol and missed most of the concert. Not only were you missing some of her performances, but you were blocking our view and stepping on my foot. And you knocked over my lemonade. Thank you very much.

Exuberance.

*Lights dimmed. Crowd screamed. Formation soundtrack started to play*

“This is it! This is the moment I’ve been waiting for since 1997!”

Overwhelmed.

I look over, I see her bent down and she's crying. I reach over, pull her up and say, “You cannot be crying right now! Open your eyes! You are not going to miss something you’ve waited for your whole life! Stand up. This is your dream!”

She stood up. But she cried through the whole thing. At least she saw the concert.

Connection.

“I’m in the same room as Beyoncé.”

Depression.

“It’s over.”

Reenactment.

“I can totally do that thing she did where she flipped on the chair.”