ENG 101
Persuasive Moment Narrative
February 2, 2014
Nashville or Bust
What do you think of when you hear the words One Direction? Most people probably think of a cheesy boy band and their screaming tween fans, and a few of people may not even know who they are at all. Well I’ve never been one to judge or rule out a band based on the perspective of their haters. To get to the point, yes, I am an eighteen year old college freshman who is also an enormous fan of the British/Irish boy band One Direction. As a small town resident from Hebron, KY, there’s not much to do in the area for fun. So when my favorite band goes on tour, I have to be prepared to go the distance, literally. Last year’s concert took place in Louisville, …show more content…
While my mom may be distrustful and a little bit too cautious, my dad has always been the complete opposite. As long as he knew where I was going and what I would be doing, nothing else mattered. And I had always been a “daddy’s girl”, so getting my dad on my side was an easy feat. Now it was time to approach the real target. I decided I would ease into the request, I would mention the tour delicately as if it were no big deal. Then I dropped the bomb. As I suspected, my mother’s attitude went from accepting to completely denied after she heard the distance I would be traveling. Not to worry, this shift had been anticipated. I quickly addressed her concerns with the planned objectives, I had been driving for close to three years without incident as well as traveled remotely far distances. Of course none had compared to this one, as my mom so hastily pointed out. This is going to be harder than I thought, I admitted to myself as I scrambled to regain control of the situation. I finally chose to mention the fact that I was 18 years old, and would actually be 19 at the time of the concert. To my surprise this didn’t change my mother’s outlook on the event in the slightest bit. My initial reasons may not have swayed her opinion but I was sure that my emotional appeal was bound to pull on her heart strings. I emphasized how much this event meant to me and how a concert of this magnitude would rarely happen twice so my attendance would be crucial. And then it happened, the dreaded “I’ll think about it.” In many minds this would be a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, but for me it was anything but. In my mom’s world this basically meant no, and if I asked her again I would have a zero chance of