Why I'm embracing Justin Bieber fever at 40

Am I a Belieber? No, not at all.

So I hear you ask, why did I purchase tickets to this enfant terrible's Purpose World Tour and his first ever stadium performances in Australia? To be honest I have no idea.

I'm of a different generation that listened to another Canadian music artist. I remember being locked away in my bedroom for hours and weeks on end, wailing to Alanis Morissette's Jagged Little Pill, whilst wallowing in female teenage angst.

So isn't it ironic, don't you think, that as I reach my 40th birthday I'm attending my first Bieber concert? Yeah, I really do think.

I'm not sure that I really understand what I've let myself in for. In a strange twist of circumstances, my companion to the concert is now a 13-year-old teenage boy I hardly know.

His face apparently lit up like not seen in a long time when he was asked if he wanted to attend with me. Incidentally this will be his first ever pop music concert, let alone his first ever stadium concert. So let's hope, for someone who's very keen on seeing Justin, that his excitement rubs off on me and he isn't overwhelmed by the potential mayhem.

Justin Bieber causes chaos wherever he goes, his fans never know what to expect from this record breaking megastar!

So, while I spend the next couple of days brushing up on my dance moves (I don't want to embarrass him), along with the conversation I'll need to converse with a teenage boy, I'm quietly honoured to be taking him to his first stadium concert. It gives me the opportunity to appear cool and hip (do those things still matter to this generation?) whilst trying to channel my inner teenage excitement to match his.

After all I don't want my inner cynic to ruin this young man's dream concert.

I've been warned by younger English friends who attended the tour in the UK last year, to prepare myself for the intense screaming that I will be subjected to from hysterical Beliebers.

As recently as October, a surly Justin Bieber himself implored to his devotees to refrain from drowning him out at a concert in Birmingham and then walked off stage mid-concert in Manchester.

Earplugs crossed my mind to cancel out the screaming, but then I realised that would defeat the purpose of attending a music concert. I wonder if we'll also be subjected to a light dressing down from Bieber, diva-like behaviour and instructions to "enjoy the songs, then scream"?

Out of curiosity, I instructed Google to "play Justin Bieber" as I did a huge pile of ironing. I was pleasantly surprised to recognise the first few songs off the rank, 'Sorry', 'Love Yourself' and 'What Do You Mean' but then the familiarity soon disappeared and I found myself in a strange world of pop I don't know. A slow panic set in.

With Monday fast approaching for the kick off of the Australian and New Zealand leg at Perth's nib Stadium, I try to contain my fear, whilst my younger concert companion anticipates what this Grammy winner and Bieber juggernaut will deliver.

As a side note, I will also confess that I Googled superstar DJ Martin Garrix (joining Justin in Perth), only one song "In The Name Of Love" resonated with me. I wonder when I started to get out of touch? Mental note: I must listen to Triple J more.

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