I forgot how awful post concert depression actually is.
I went to the Glorietta show (March 28, 2014 Friday) with my sister, mom, and cousin. I found out that there's a cd signing at their Glorietta show which I got extremely excited for. But only the first 100 fans can get the cd signing stub and a free pass to the venue (aka inside the barricade.) I left the hotel (2 MRT stations away from Glorietta) with my cousin at around 8am to get "sure" slots. I was feeling pretty confident since I know they'll start selling the cds at 10am, which made me extremely early.
As we were walking to Palm Drive in Glorietta, I can't help but feel eerily nervous... like something's a bit off. When I turned the corner--- holy crap. The line went on for miles and miles and miles... that's it. I'm not gonna make it to the first 100. But I still tested my luck and took the gamble of lining up. Minutes passed and pessimism bit me. I started crying silently. I knew it, I should never get excited over things 'cause somehow they get mucked up. One million years, two (heh) extremely sore legs, and a bleeding heart later... I got to the table and just bought the damn cd even though there's no more stubs. I need something to make my lining up justifiable.
I actually drew the guys (there's also a short message at the back of each drawing) which made me sadder because there is no way in hell I can give these out to them. Security's getting tight yoooo... also my last resort would be to try and catch their attention from the 2nd level at the mall and throw it at them. But security might kill me. :(
I had goosebumps when they started playing The City. It was so beautiful. I wanted to cry. They sound so good live and that's an understatement. I love the way Matty sang because he looked so passionate and genuinely having a good time. He even did a ton of cute dances and I can't handle it. The band just radiates passion the whole show. George looked so cute though when he played the drums... sticking his tongue out from time to time... I die.
A fan gave the lads a miniature Philippine flag and George placed it on his cap. :( omg so cute.
After the concert my mom asked me if I was able to give them my drawings but when she found out I haven't, she took the it and went down and lingered near the stage hoping to give the drawings to the band, somehow.
There were other fans who kept on waving their drawings so that the manager will notice and take it to give to the band. I was on the 2nd floor with my sister and cousin waiting for a miracle. My sister started crying because she desperately wanted the band to get my drawings (supportive sister, heh) but then it hit me: I need to do something. I'm running out of time. They were just about to leave the stage so I raced down to where my mom was and took one drawing (Adam) and started waving and calling out their names like mad.
The lads started walking down the stage one by one and I can see that we're losing the battle. I was so close to crying when out of nowhere my MOM THREW MY DRAWINGS AT THE BAND. HOLY CRAP. MY MOM IS SO AWESOME! One of the drawings hit George's arm. The next thing I knew I saw George holding up my drawing for us to see and smile and wave and oh my gosh... I saw Matty bend down and pick up the drawings!!!! I threw Adam's drawing but it hit something and fell on the floor in front of me. Three out of four drawings. :( But omg omg omg.... when my mom and I saw they got our drawings, she hugged me and told me, "They got it! They got it!" I, on the other hand blanked out. Haha it took a while for my soul to return to my body. Then I started tearing up out of happiness and sadness. Huhuhu SORRY ADAM! I have such lousy throws.
The next day, my sister and I kept on convincing my mom to go to at least either the Fairview Terraces show or the Trinoma one but she told us we can't because reasons and.... :( so frustrating. Even as I type this now, I can't help but tear up thinking about all that has happened. I am not even sure if it was all just a dream or reality. Even though my experience was bittersweet, I am still grateful for everything. Thank you Lord. What a learning experience. Thank you The 1975 for my temporary escape!!! Click on the picture below to watch the (crappy) Youtube videos I took during the concert!!! :)
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