Looking back to all my old posts which I very often cringe to, I stumbled upon one of the posts that definitely got my interest; the post about where I went to the BigWave Festival and ended up watching Yellowcard for the first time, without even exactly acknowledging who they were. I immediately fell in love at the first song they played, and it really bummed me out that I didn't know them, didn't know any words to their songs. (except for the Only One song, because, seriously. Who doesn't know that song?)
But all that doesn't matter anymore because guess what? I was able to watch them again. For the second time. On the 3rd December of 2014.
The struggle I went through just so I could be able to go was... Challenging. Let's just state the clear fact that the third of December was Wednesday, meaning that it was a school day. And I still have school the day after. Second fact, it wasn't exactly school week, but more like... An exam week. Final semester exams, to be exact. The battle between that little angel and demon standing on my shoulders were super intense. The little angel who'd advised me to just stay home and study for the chemistry and one other subject that I couldn't exactly give a rat's ass about, and the little demon who lured me into going with my friend who'd said that she was going to watch them.
I was under a lot of stress from all the studying and some other reasons that I have completely forgotten about, I needed an escape to get all of these balled up stress out of my system. I needed a place where I could scream my lungs out, to jump up and down for no reason and what place is more perfect for to do so other than a concert gig? There was also this hunger of concerts building inside of me, so Satan won. Congratulations, Satan, you did well.
To be honest, a night before the concert day, I wasn't even sure whether or not I'm going to watch the thing or not, but I'd packed a change of clothes just in case I decided to go. Thankful that I did, right after school's over, I went to a friend's house, the same one that said that she was definitely going to watch the gig, and decided to just kill the time together before actually we go to the venue together. We ended up doing a little revision of chemistry while singing along to Yellowcard's songs, basically preparing for the gig.
A little reminder that the night before, I'd stayed up late--I barely got a second of sleep from studying for that day's exams, so I was basically living on coffee and nicotine as my fuel for that day. The hype helped me got all giddied up, so I didn't even feel a tad bit tired.
The venue was actually inside this clothing bazaar and the ticket to get inside of it only costed like 25k. 25k to watch a band that I'd been dying to be able to see live again. To say that it was something would be a major understatement. By the time we arrived at the parking lot, this friend of mine that I met from twitter--let's just call her my big sister, because, that's what she is--texted me that she was already in the front row and that the show was starting. My friend and I immediately darted to the stage, finding it already crowded to the back. You make mistakes to learn from them and thankfully, we've made enough mistakes to actually learn how to sneak into the front row. So we started from the very far right front row of the stage, hanging on to the railing so we wouldn't lose the spot. We moved further into the center and stopped right when the two MCs came up to tell the crowd that Yellowcard were about to go on stage.
I honestly don't know what to write regarding their live performance. They were A-MA-ZING. Despite them admitting that they didn't want to do crazy stunts because the stage was rather small and somehow shaky, they still killed it. Some of the people around me didn't even bother moving a single muscle of their bodies, they just stood there, arms crossed while watching the guys very intensely. That didn't stop me from lashing out, though. None of you would know unless you'd gone to watch a concert with me, so I don't think it's necessary anymore to tell you that I screamed my lungs out, banged my head up and down so hard, the next day I was barely able to move it around. This girl beside me was legit judging me, eyeing me from the top of my head to my toes, with a stare that said 'is this girl on crack?', but fuck it, I was having fun. I barely recorded the concert since I was too busy enjoying the whole thing, so I only got some clips of the whole thing that I'd gladly share here, but the internet seemed to be against me right now.
Right after the whole thing ended, we decided to search for my friend's cousin which we were supposed to meet before the concert so we could watch it together, but that didn't happen. After we met the guy, we walked around the bazaar, them searching for clothes and me, glaring at people who was staring at me as if I was some lunatic that just got out of an asylum. Yay me. Not long after, my phone rang, signaling that I got a text message which I immediately opened and read. The text came from my big sister, which pretty much sounded like, "come to the *hotel that was placed directly behind the stage where Yellowcard performed*, they just went up the lift, said that they'd be back soon. I'm in the lobby." Did I freak out? No. But I did tell my friend about it, and we straight bolted to the hotel.
The hotel was also the same hotel where we hunted All Time Low down. The same hotel where Grieco high-fived me in, the same one where Flyzik turned me down. Ah, the memories. Anyways, when we got inside the lobby, it was half crowded, though most of the people there were businessmen and businesswomen, while there were like ten teenagers who I assumed were also waiting for Yellowcard. I went up to my big sister and she told the whole thing when she and her friends already got a photo with Josh, the bassist.
It wasn't exactly that long until we finally spotted Ryan and the gang walking back into the lobby, yet instead of us running over to them like lunatics, they went up to us and said, "come on, let's take some pictures!" instead.
So, we did. We made a queue line where we lined up to take pictures or selfies with them. I got my first one with Ryan Key first, the vocalist. I took a really shitty selfie, most of them due to my shitty face look from the excessive sweating after watching them and the other due to the shitty front camera on my phone. As a guy in his mid-thirties, I've got to admit Ryan looked fine. As. Hell. The fact that I was crushing on a married man that also dedicated one of the songs that they played that night to his recovering wife was stressing me out.
Then I got the second shitty selfie with Sean, the violinist. Also like Ryan, he was also in his mid-thirties, though the guy definitely more resembled a fluffy, cuddly teddy bear than anything. He was so sweet, he made up faces when the fans went to take pictures with him. After I took a selfie with him, I managed to compliment him with a simple "you were amazing up there!" which then he answered with "aw, thank you so much!" and that alone was enough to made my week.
I got the third one with Ryan Mendez, the guitarist, and I managed to take this one and posted it to my snapchat. After all was said and done, we decided to cool down a bit before going back. My friend and I were still a little bit giddy from the fact that we got to meet them, and we said our thanks to my big sister.
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| excuse my face. |
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| FRONT ROW MOFOS! |
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