The concert venue is bustling with girls and guys adorned with their merchandise. Some kids have dragged their parents into this certain hell. Cameras are flashing, feet are tapping in anticipation. All is calm for a moment as a curtain advertising the band covering the stage blows every so often from the air conditioning. Then it happens: the lights go out, the screams of thousands of fans fill the arena. Cameras begin flashing more frequently as a countdown clock begins. A montage of the band doing various things and performances flashes on the two screens adjacent to the stage. The clock goes from 60 seconds, to 45, to 30, to 15, and finally everything is black. The curtain drops revealing the band dancing and singing in perfect harmony.

I'm not gonna lie, I had severe nostalgia writing that intro. I didn't go to my first boyband concert until I was in middle school, but since then, I've been addicted. It all started when I was younger, with the trifecta of boybands known as *NSYNC, the Backstreet Boys and New Kids on the Block. They could do no wrong with their smooth melodies and dreamy harmonies. I had a soft spot for *NSYNC, though, and I still do to this day. When I was younger, I wrote a love letter to Justin Timberlake and let it fly away in the wind, thinking it would find its way to him because I didn't understand the concept of mail at six years old. Anyway, my boyband obsession started there, and worked its way into my middle school years when I was obsessed with a little band known as The Jonas Brothers. I had seen them on tour with Miley Cyrus (or I guess Hannah Montana at the time), and saw them again before I moved to Florida in 2008 on their Burnin' Up Tour. It was the greatest thing I had ever seen. Then in high school, I was the rebel child who preferred Big Time Rush to One Direction. I had flown all over the country to get my BTR fix, including seeing them in Nashville so I could see One Direction open for them. That's right, folks, One Direction opened for Big Time Rush in 2012. Big Time Rush had concerts like no other. Lights, confetti, singing, dancing, they had it all. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to be stuck in a constant boyband fantasy concert for the rest of my life. Then came college, where I kind of stopped listening to boybands for a little bit, but most definitely went to One Direction's Where We Are Tour.

Here's the point I'm driving, though. You never really grow out of your boyband phase. Sure, I'm not laid up at night waiting for the next single to drop or constantly responding to something funny they said on Twitter, but every once in a while, I'll go back in my music library and take a trip. It doesn't matter who it is, I'll take a bike ride or take a drive and let every boyband song I've ever downloaded play for hours. I get that same warm, fuzzy feeling that I would get at the concert without even having to leave the comfort of home. You may not listen to them as often as your teenage heart would like to think that you do, but when you do, it's almost magical. You still have a soft spot for those boybands that your parents told you were just a phase. If it has been a while since you've dusted off your old *NSYNC albums or since you've listened to that One Direction song that you used to listen to on repeat, do it. Relive some of the most memorable or cringeworthy times of your life. It's something we should all go back to in this busy college life of ours.