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Sorry ladies, youve met your match.
I attended Fall Brawl last night. For those of you who dont know, 102.1 the Edge is a radio station here in Dallas/Fort Worth Texas and this year, the Thanksgiving concert was held with P.O.D., Taproot, Flyleaf and Staind. Believe it or not, I was there, mainly for two bands. Flyleaf and Taproot. Staind rocked as well.
A few songs into Staind the kids in the row in front of me left, and came back with a shitload of Flyleaf merchandise. I blink. They look. Im staring wondering what the hell happened that they got shit signed. So I go out. Fuck Staind, Flyleaf is more hardcore, and I dig it. Any woman who can scream like that is effin' hot.
Theyre doing signatures.
So I walk up, with nothing to sign but my ticket. Fuck it, I say. The lead singer is bloody
.
She asks "Dig the show?"
I respond, Daunted. "I came with two other girls. They ran late, so I only cought the tail end of your show. I was so pissed."
Her "Aw. C'mere"
Bam. Kiss on the cheek. Haha.
I chilled and talked to the band, holding up the line for about 5 minutes. Not my fault either. They asked about my tat, complimented my "The Who" shirt. And talked about peircings and thier subsequent infections. They told me I should come to the Houston show and they'd get me backstage. Its next saturday. I dont know if I can. But ill damn sure try.
And oh, Happy Thanksgiving.
I attended Fall Brawl last night. For those of you who dont know, 102.1 the Edge is a radio station here in Dallas/Fort Worth Texas and this year, the Thanksgiving concert was held with P.O.D., Taproot, Flyleaf and Staind. Believe it or not, I was there, mainly for two bands. Flyleaf and Taproot. Staind rocked as well.
A few songs into Staind the kids in the row in front of me left, and came back with a shitload of Flyleaf merchandise. I blink. They look. Im staring wondering what the hell happened that they got shit signed. So I go out. Fuck Staind, Flyleaf is more hardcore, and I dig it. Any woman who can scream like that is effin' hot.
Theyre doing signatures.
So I walk up, with nothing to sign but my ticket. Fuck it, I say. The lead singer is bloody
.
She asks "Dig the show?"
I respond, Daunted. "I came with two other girls. They ran late, so I only cought the tail end of your show. I was so pissed."
Her "Aw. C'mere"
Bam. Kiss on the cheek. Haha.
I chilled and talked to the band, holding up the line for about 5 minutes. Not my fault either. They asked about my tat, complimented my "The Who" shirt. And talked about peircings and thier subsequent infections. They told me I should come to the Houston show and they'd get me backstage. Its next saturday. I dont know if I can. But ill damn sure try.
And oh, Happy Thanksgiving.