29th May 2004 - Funeral for a Friend supported by The Bled, 36 Crazyfist and My Chemical Romance
Kate got to my house at 3pm, at which point I was still running around in my dressing gown trying to decide what to wear. I pulled on a tight black jumper and my jeans just because they are my gig clothes. We hung around for a bit, searched for black insulating tape so I could stick my shoes too my feet, but alas no, we could only find white, which then didn't get used at all. We left home at 4pm, intending to get up to the Forum for 5:30. We eventually got there at 6:15 after some arugements over my dad's shit ass instructions and inability to write, at all.
While standing in the line I bought a F4AF vest and got a badge in the deal free which was pretty good. We weren't too far back in the line, infact we were at the perfect spot to see the side wall of the Forum which is just covered in windows from the dressing rooms. Matt Davies was kind enough to poke his head out through a window and throw boiled eggs at the unsuspecting fans below, while Gerard Way chose to ash his fag on some guys head and then close the curtains ASAP. The line started moving a little and we stood by some huge iron gates and had a good look at the tour buses when we suddenly notice Darren from F4AF by the gates. I got a photo with him, but my phone sucks cock and deleted it so then Kate and I got another photo. He was pretty nice, but looking seriously sleepy and old. This was but our first brush with fame of the evening.
We got inside at about 7:15 and the first band, The Bled, started within 5 minutes of us getting in. They got a good reception and there were a load of fans there for them. I spent the first half of their set buying a My Chemical Romance hoody and changing into my F4AF vest shirt (this shirt plays a very important role later on) and putting some stuff in the cloak room and then we headed to the floor. By the time The Bled were done we were about 4 people from the barrier. Then 36 Crzyfists came on and even though I wasn't looking forward to them, they were acutally pretty damn good. I reckon most of the floor at that time was a 36 Crzyfists fan, so that was great for them. Great for me too seeing as I managed to shove, kick and push my way to the barrier with Kate right next to me for the next band.
I feel I need to start a new paragraph right now, because My Chemical Romance we're fucking out of this world. I was right there, right at the front with Frank right infront of me and Mikey. Mikey was so skinny, but still had great thighs. Just watching them sound check made me jumpy and excited and then Gerard came out and it was like this huge smack in the face. He was like a god damn energy time bomb that just kept exploding over and over again for every single song. He has some pretty cool Michael Jackson-esque gay man moves going for him too. I damn well nearly passed out when he pointed at me and was singing, and then kept coming over and pointed and sang at me again. He just kept coming over and I was getting damn well star struck and then I looked down. Yes, the F4AF shirt was half way down my chest and I had a good 3 inches of clevage on show to the stage. The great part about being at the front was, your arms are crushed together, in my case this means you're pushing your massive tits together so much it kinda hurts, but I now know that the way to have a drop dead bloody gorgeous man point, smile and sing at you is to have your tits on display might as well not wear a shirt on Tuesday really :-p. One of the security guards managed to drench all the girls in the front row and Gerard with ice cold water though, so I almost did become an honourary Hooters girl right then. Anyway, here are some picture for your viewing delight and yes, I would quite like to marry this man. Password is Kateth
Then everything went a little down hill. Some girl fainted and had to be carried off and of course, that made me almost faint. I didn't actually pass out, I just went limp and couldn't stand up, but I could talk and see everything fine, when usually if I faint I can't. It was just more my spine gave up on me for a bit. Anyway, I went outside and F4AF started, I listened and danced on the floor while the paramedic asked me some questions and this whiney bitch of a boy next to me who was drunk cried over getting chucked out and not let back in. Then two security guards started chatting me up and I legged it back inside after being told "don't go back into the pit, okay?". I stood on the side for a bit, but y'know, I'd missed two songs! I slid my way into the middle and F4AF were bloody brilliant, better than last time definitely and an amazingly entertaining band too. I saw Kate and smacked her about a bit to try get her attention, but alas no. Then some other guy who saw her ignoring me prodded her a bit too and she ignored him as well, hey Kate you've got back nerves in your fat back ;-) Here are some pictures anyway. Password is still Kateth.
The show ended at 10:44 and seeing as my dad was coming to get us at midnight we had a hell of a long time to spare. We got our stuff out of the cloak room and being the crafty vixens we are went back to where the windows and buses were. We stood there for a bit and then got interviewed for the F4AF DVD which is coming out this autumn, so that was pretty damn awesome. Then Matt Davies poked his head out through the window again and was talking to all the kids waiting outside, there must've been about 15 of us which made it even better because you could shout up to him and he'd pay attention and reply. Some girl asked him to throw out his shirt so he did and I grabbed it and then some girl decked me and I did some rather amazing acrobatics and bent right backwards with my feet firmly on the floor, very Matrix.
So there we stood after Matt disappeared and who should come outside but Frank from My Chemical Romance. No one but me and Kate had any clue who he was so we got photos with him and had a talked to him for a little while. Kate told him he answered her question on the radio and holy crap, he actually remembered what it was and asked what other show of there's it was we were going to. He even remembered our names after we spoke so he's cool.
Then Matt Davies came out and hid behind the gates so no one could hug him. We got a couple of handshakes and I phoned Shibby and he spoke to her, she seemed to really really like that which was awesome because I wanted her to come but she couldn't.
Then the evening progressively got better (even though my arms looked seriously weird in all the pictures so we cut them out). Ray poked his head out from one of the lower down windows, so I asked him to come down and he did because he's also pretty cool. I got 3 pictures with him because he insisted on retaking them till we got the perfect shot together and then he wanted 2 with Kate. Ray was actually a seriously cool guy, and he also asked our names too. I love when people do that.
Then a guy up on one of the top floor shoved his head out the window and I congratulated him on a good show because he looked like one of the guys from The Bled, to which he replied "I didn't play! Bet you feel stupid now!" and we just laughed and I shouted back to tell him I got hit in the head over a t-shirt and to forgive me. Then Gerard, being the manly stud he is looked out through a window for a look around and I asked him to come down too and of course he did. I mean, he probably recognised my tits from up there seeing as he spent a while perving over them without my consent. So he came down and this crowd of guys (there were only about 10 of us left so it wasn't actually a crowd) started gathering around him and didn't know his name and Gerard was just all "where are the girls???" because he's sickeningly adorable. He came over anyway, we talked for a bit and I told him the honest truth "You were better than F4AF" and got photos again and told him we'd see him on Tuesday and he just grinned to make me die inside a little and said cool.
Then only 6 of us remained standing outside at 11:15 and me and Kate had another 45 minutes to kill. We went for a lurk by the fence and tour buses and Gerard was having a cig so we asked him where Mikey was. The conversation went a bit like this.
Me : "Gerard?"
GW : "Yep"
Me : "Can you get Mikey for us?"
GW : "*giggles* He's drunk!"
Me : "That's good!"
GW : "He's very very drunk!"
Me : "Even better!"
GW : "If I see him, I'll tell him to come out.... wait he's right behind you!".
I was skeptical for a moment, thinking "is this some Panto trick?" but after a teeny weeny hand landed on my shoulder as if it belonged to someone who'd known me for years I turned around to see the ever adorable Mikey Way, completely pissed out of his head. Poor guy didn't even see my tits coming either, but with his head down, staring wide eyed at my boobs he said in an ever so sweetly slurred voice "Woooooah... Funeral for a Friend... across your...... chest". Then we got photos with him and I told him he was just a little bit drunk and he claimed he doesn't drink alcohol. Some other kids then congratulated him on a great show and god bless the alcohol pumping through him little veins, he couldn't work out how to get through the gate to his bus so I had to open it for him. I figured this would be easy, but it wasn't, the gate was damn heavy and the security were looking me up and down rather weirdly but we let him in anyway, and I've got like 100lbs on that guy, there's no way he couldn't opened that gate when he was that drunk.
For pictures of me and MCR go here. Password is still Kateth and I can only look at the one of me and Mikey (guy in the glasses for the novices out there) without wanting to rip out my teeth and fat cheeks.
Then we just hung around for a while, with nothing else to do but wait till my dad drove up (20 minutes later) and think to myself "Woah, I'm so wearing a v-neck on Tuesday".
Best gig ever. For me however, roll on weight watchers.
While standing in the line I bought a F4AF vest and got a badge in the deal free which was pretty good. We weren't too far back in the line, infact we were at the perfect spot to see the side wall of the Forum which is just covered in windows from the dressing rooms. Matt Davies was kind enough to poke his head out through a window and throw boiled eggs at the unsuspecting fans below, while Gerard Way chose to ash his fag on some guys head and then close the curtains ASAP. The line started moving a little and we stood by some huge iron gates and had a good look at the tour buses when we suddenly notice Darren from F4AF by the gates. I got a photo with him, but my phone sucks cock and deleted it so then Kate and I got another photo. He was pretty nice, but looking seriously sleepy and old. This was but our first brush with fame of the evening.
We got inside at about 7:15 and the first band, The Bled, started within 5 minutes of us getting in. They got a good reception and there were a load of fans there for them. I spent the first half of their set buying a My Chemical Romance hoody and changing into my F4AF vest shirt (this shirt plays a very important role later on) and putting some stuff in the cloak room and then we headed to the floor. By the time The Bled were done we were about 4 people from the barrier. Then 36 Crzyfists came on and even though I wasn't looking forward to them, they were acutally pretty damn good. I reckon most of the floor at that time was a 36 Crzyfists fan, so that was great for them. Great for me too seeing as I managed to shove, kick and push my way to the barrier with Kate right next to me for the next band.
I feel I need to start a new paragraph right now, because My Chemical Romance we're fucking out of this world. I was right there, right at the front with Frank right infront of me and Mikey. Mikey was so skinny, but still had great thighs. Just watching them sound check made me jumpy and excited and then Gerard came out and it was like this huge smack in the face. He was like a god damn energy time bomb that just kept exploding over and over again for every single song. He has some pretty cool Michael Jackson-esque gay man moves going for him too. I damn well nearly passed out when he pointed at me and was singing, and then kept coming over and pointed and sang at me again. He just kept coming over and I was getting damn well star struck and then I looked down. Yes, the F4AF shirt was half way down my chest and I had a good 3 inches of clevage on show to the stage. The great part about being at the front was, your arms are crushed together, in my case this means you're pushing your massive tits together so much it kinda hurts, but I now know that the way to have a drop dead bloody gorgeous man point, smile and sing at you is to have your tits on display might as well not wear a shirt on Tuesday really :-p. One of the security guards managed to drench all the girls in the front row and Gerard with ice cold water though, so I almost did become an honourary Hooters girl right then. Anyway, here are some picture for your viewing delight and yes, I would quite like to marry this man. Password is Kateth
Then everything went a little down hill. Some girl fainted and had to be carried off and of course, that made me almost faint. I didn't actually pass out, I just went limp and couldn't stand up, but I could talk and see everything fine, when usually if I faint I can't. It was just more my spine gave up on me for a bit. Anyway, I went outside and F4AF started, I listened and danced on the floor while the paramedic asked me some questions and this whiney bitch of a boy next to me who was drunk cried over getting chucked out and not let back in. Then two security guards started chatting me up and I legged it back inside after being told "don't go back into the pit, okay?". I stood on the side for a bit, but y'know, I'd missed two songs! I slid my way into the middle and F4AF were bloody brilliant, better than last time definitely and an amazingly entertaining band too. I saw Kate and smacked her about a bit to try get her attention, but alas no. Then some other guy who saw her ignoring me prodded her a bit too and she ignored him as well, hey Kate you've got back nerves in your fat back ;-) Here are some pictures anyway. Password is still Kateth.
The show ended at 10:44 and seeing as my dad was coming to get us at midnight we had a hell of a long time to spare. We got our stuff out of the cloak room and being the crafty vixens we are went back to where the windows and buses were. We stood there for a bit and then got interviewed for the F4AF DVD which is coming out this autumn, so that was pretty damn awesome. Then Matt Davies poked his head out through the window again and was talking to all the kids waiting outside, there must've been about 15 of us which made it even better because you could shout up to him and he'd pay attention and reply. Some girl asked him to throw out his shirt so he did and I grabbed it and then some girl decked me and I did some rather amazing acrobatics and bent right backwards with my feet firmly on the floor, very Matrix.
So there we stood after Matt disappeared and who should come outside but Frank from My Chemical Romance. No one but me and Kate had any clue who he was so we got photos with him and had a talked to him for a little while. Kate told him he answered her question on the radio and holy crap, he actually remembered what it was and asked what other show of there's it was we were going to. He even remembered our names after we spoke so he's cool.
Then Matt Davies came out and hid behind the gates so no one could hug him. We got a couple of handshakes and I phoned Shibby and he spoke to her, she seemed to really really like that which was awesome because I wanted her to come but she couldn't.
Then the evening progressively got better (even though my arms looked seriously weird in all the pictures so we cut them out). Ray poked his head out from one of the lower down windows, so I asked him to come down and he did because he's also pretty cool. I got 3 pictures with him because he insisted on retaking them till we got the perfect shot together and then he wanted 2 with Kate. Ray was actually a seriously cool guy, and he also asked our names too. I love when people do that.
Then a guy up on one of the top floor shoved his head out the window and I congratulated him on a good show because he looked like one of the guys from The Bled, to which he replied "I didn't play! Bet you feel stupid now!" and we just laughed and I shouted back to tell him I got hit in the head over a t-shirt and to forgive me. Then Gerard, being the manly stud he is looked out through a window for a look around and I asked him to come down too and of course he did. I mean, he probably recognised my tits from up there seeing as he spent a while perving over them without my consent. So he came down and this crowd of guys (there were only about 10 of us left so it wasn't actually a crowd) started gathering around him and didn't know his name and Gerard was just all "where are the girls???" because he's sickeningly adorable. He came over anyway, we talked for a bit and I told him the honest truth "You were better than F4AF" and got photos again and told him we'd see him on Tuesday and he just grinned to make me die inside a little and said cool.
Then only 6 of us remained standing outside at 11:15 and me and Kate had another 45 minutes to kill. We went for a lurk by the fence and tour buses and Gerard was having a cig so we asked him where Mikey was. The conversation went a bit like this.
Me : "Gerard?"
GW : "Yep"
Me : "Can you get Mikey for us?"
GW : "*giggles* He's drunk!"
Me : "That's good!"
GW : "He's very very drunk!"
Me : "Even better!"
GW : "If I see him, I'll tell him to come out.... wait he's right behind you!".
I was skeptical for a moment, thinking "is this some Panto trick?" but after a teeny weeny hand landed on my shoulder as if it belonged to someone who'd known me for years I turned around to see the ever adorable Mikey Way, completely pissed out of his head. Poor guy didn't even see my tits coming either, but with his head down, staring wide eyed at my boobs he said in an ever so sweetly slurred voice "Woooooah... Funeral for a Friend... across your...... chest". Then we got photos with him and I told him he was just a little bit drunk and he claimed he doesn't drink alcohol. Some other kids then congratulated him on a great show and god bless the alcohol pumping through him little veins, he couldn't work out how to get through the gate to his bus so I had to open it for him. I figured this would be easy, but it wasn't, the gate was damn heavy and the security were looking me up and down rather weirdly but we let him in anyway, and I've got like 100lbs on that guy, there's no way he couldn't opened that gate when he was that drunk.
For pictures of me and MCR go here. Password is still Kateth and I can only look at the one of me and Mikey (guy in the glasses for the novices out there) without wanting to rip out my teeth and fat cheeks.
Then we just hung around for a while, with nothing else to do but wait till my dad drove up (20 minutes later) and think to myself "Woah, I'm so wearing a v-neck on Tuesday".
Best gig ever. For me however, roll on weight watchers.