I'm back from the concert. I skipped
another day of school because I just really didn't feel
like going. My bad, but whatever.
The concert story. Are you ready?
I'm about to get really emotional and lame because this
was the best concert I've been to. I've been to a lot
of gigs, but this was by far my favorite. Here's why.
We (my friend and
I) got to the venue at 7 a.m. and sat there to wait. I was
making sure I got first spot in line, holla. Well we stood
there till around 10am and then another couple came and we
all sat there and they brough out barriers to form the line.
So my friend our standing the bands bus drove by and I saw
Matt Flyzik in the front seat looking cute as heck. So I
started freaking out because it was like "oh my god this
is real" and all of a sudden I look across the street
and Rian Dawson is walking with a crew member into the mall.
Like I was flipping out like oh my god. So I started crying
(I'm so lame but this band means so much to me) and then
it just starts pouring down rain. I mean, it was freaking
So a worker at the
venue brought my friend and I and five other people inside
the venue (!!!) and gave us wrist bands and was like,
"Come back after the rain, it's cold out there and I
don't want you sick. These wrist bands will give you the
spot in front of the line back." and we turn around to
walk out of the front of the venue and there Rian Dawson is,
strutting into the venue with Starbucks in his hand and I was
like "oh my god" and like left with my friend to go
back to the hotel and like, I was crying and stuff.
So we get back to the
hotel, dry our clothes, eat, and then head back to the venue
and few hours later. We return back to our spots and time
flys back. Soon enough it's time to go inside. Well we
got three people back from barriicade and the first band goes
on. Rivers Monroe, and we wedge our way up to the second row.
Then The Wonder Years go on and we push our way to
barricade. Their set was great and I caught the guitarest
pic. It was awesome.
The Wonder Years leave the
stage and Flyzik goes out on stage to stick the setlists on
and the lights dim and the bands backdrop goes up and my
hearts racing as I'm watching the stage. Just waiting,
waiting for this band that means so much to me to run out on
that stage. The crowds getting anzy, I'm shaking and
almost in tears next thing I knew those four dudes run out.
My breath literally hitched as they run around and start
playing and I'm jumping and screaming and it feels
The play and then stop and
do the usual banter they always do and I'm smiling so
wide. About half way through the set Alex Gaskarth brings out
the acoustic guitar (I had no idea they were going to play
acoustics) and then he starts playing Remembering Sunday.
I'm almost in tears, I love this song, and it's
beautiful as the entire crowd sings along. But that
wasn't the biggest part. Therapy, a song that means a lot
to me, was playing. Alex is strumming on his guitar and my
throats getting closed up but I'm doing my best to sing
along. Second verse comes around and I'm crying and I
look up at him and he glances at me and smiles, like
completely smiles at me as he sings a part and I just made
myself stop crying. I made myself compose myself because
I'm stronger than that.
acoustic songs end and the rest of the band comes out and the
set continues. It's the last song and Jack Barakat (my
picture is of him if your wondering, he's also the reason
I'm still here) jumps on the barriacde in front of me and
I grabbed his hand and held his hand and it's the most
unreal thing. It's crazy. Just like that it's over
and the band leaves. It was the best night of my life and no
matter what, nothing can top that.
A racing heart,