Gackt Concert - YFC European Tour in Barcelona!
Hello.
First things first: I am Lady, or ladyxzeus, and I am Portuguese. This is probably one of the few things I'll write in English on this website, but it's important that this is in English. I have been a fan of Gackt since 2003-2004 and through the years my fandom evolved to something close to worship. Since then I've been dreaming about being close to Him, in the sense of "500 meter range", and since then I worked way up academically and professionally to be able to go to Japan and, then, watch His concert. And have some revelations about life, and stuff.
But then, he announced YFC - Yellow Fried Chickenz - would have an European tour. At first I did not believe. Then I realized it was true. I cried out of joy, I called a friend and basically ordered him to go with me, all of this crying. Had trouble with my family, skipped a class to get the tickets, got them and cried out of joy again. Concert falls in the middle of the exams? It does not matter. I'd even skip all the exams to go to this. So, here I go Barcelona, between Parasitary Diseases of the Swine and the Bird and Infectous Diseases of Cattle and Bird.
So, we arrived, we got a bit lost, got in a cab, cab got lost, usual things. Then I woke up and got ready. If I find a picture of myself I'll upload it here. I really made sure I was the prettiest I've ever been. I'm not really a beauty, but I was afraid that I'd die, faint or something similar, so I had to be at least trying. And then I waited. My friend, all lazy and... Male! He got late! I told him:
"Get here tomorrow at 8am so we can be there at 9, since the ticket office opens at 10" (forgot to mention, I had to recover my tickets at the office on site, another great adventure)
He gets to the hostel reception at 10:15 after I called him saying there would be blood if he did not get his ass there RIGHT NOW. We arrived there at 10:30 and discovered there were people lining up since yesterday. Damn it Eliza, why did you tell me they couldn't camp? If you had told me, I would have saved one Hostel Night!
We waited.
Beer. Wait. Getting some other beer. Wait. See a bus. Wait to see the band. They are not on that bus. Go to the shadow. Barcelona is hell on eart. Fall asleep on the shadow. Wake up and realize the bus is not there anymore. Ask a girl where the bus went. Tell some curious locals that we're there to see a Japanese guy. Observe people. See the ugliest sneakers ever. Meet the Spanish Dears Manager (sweetest thing ever, I swear you) and record a message for Gackt. Just saying... "Obrigada". Thank you. Realize everyone is forming a line. Try to find the end of the line. Find some German sweethearts that are now our friends. Stick with your friends. Smoke. Drink water. Heat is killing us. We are going to melt. Suddenly... SCREAMING. The band is entering at the front. We hear some screams of dying people and, suddenly, the line advances. Slowly, we advance through the day. Some people take my picture, that was nice. Finally, the ticket office - the one that was supposed to open at 10! - opens. It's 5:30 pm. I get my tickets. I can't describe my joy, but a girl after me described it perfectly.
That. That is the face.
Finally we get in, leave our stuff on a safe place. There are two big cardboard boxes saying "Presents for Gackt" and they are filled up. I forgot to make any present to bring... And I also forgot my CDs, or at least the booklets (was thinking of taking the big booklet of Sixth Day), just in case they felt like "oh, let's sign this booklet". I am too far away from the stage, at least 300 people in front of me, but my friend does not let me get any closer by now. We wait there, I start swearing (that's what I do when I'm nervous). Ah, at this moment people basically identified we were Portuguese and that we could understand everything they said. So far we had only encountered one Portuguese girl, from Vila Real, that knew all the Spanish Dears so didn't stick with us. And talking about Dears, who told me they were forbidden of coming? I saw three of them! Two really sweet mori, that were more doing tourism than everything, and one really annoying gyaru bitch that was with an attitude of "I am the one they fuck regurari". Damn, I didn't even talk to her, but I hated her. Maybe she's sweet and all, but I hated her. Ok, back to the concert.
It started with the speech of Gackt's Secretary. If you've read another blogs you know what it says already. Really fun, setting up the mood, osu. People that faint will have to commit harakiri, osu. Stop smoking, I care about you motherfuckers, osu. Motherfucker, osu. Osu. Then we waited for a little longer, classical piano music playing (I knew what it was at the time, now I don't really remember. Somewhat I hoped it was Gackt playing on the backstage...) And then Gackt's Secretary. Again. "To the band, why are you still with sitting on the lobby? Get your fucking asses right here on five fucking minutes" And we realized it was exactly 7:55, the concert would start exactly at 8. During this hour we waited, cameras going by, people saying hi to the cameras, I was just holding my pentagram, my religion and my personal safety, praying for something to happen.
Lights off, lights on, the flag of the fried chicken. GacktJob gets in, I don't care about them. And then He enters.
I imagined many things could happen to me when I saw Him. I could faint, I could cry, I could scream. But nothing of that happened. I just stopped there. Nothing at all. My heart, my mind, my body, was stopped there, I kind of heard the screaming far away. My friend touches my shoulder and I kind of fall to the crowd, right when the song starts. I could not stop myself anymore.
Zan
Starts well, swords and all. It's like watching the videoclip. Crowd is already crazy with ZAN, even though people don't know it very well. Well, I know it. Thank you Joana for letting me borrow your boots, they are awesome for concerts, for jumping and for taking people out of my field of vision. Gackt really looks at us with a mean look, the one He puts on for serious vampiresque pictures, and after the song He yelled at us, like He was angry at us. He wanted us to scream, and this progressed through the whole concert. And we always did it.
Side-Note: (because when I got home this was the first thing my mother asked) Gackt was wearing the YFC tour uniform, sleeveless shirt with black tie, white leather fingerless gloves and black pants to the middle of His leg. His hair was extraordinary, and made His beauty evident. Half was the normal YFC, straight and long covering eyes, but the other half was braided. Not those braids, no, not those. These really looked nice, because once in a while you would see all of His face. And Him taking the long hair out of the was was so gorgeous....
Dybbuk
I always wondered, when I listened to Dybbuk, who was rapping with Gackt. So, seems You and Chacha do it. Gackt really knows His sexy moves, and I suppose He understood that His pelvic movements were being well received because... Hell yeah. His voice, His voice is really true, He really can get to those high-pitches in no time.
Nine Spiral
Here I did not see much, I was too focused dancing by myself. Crowd was mad with Dybbuk, it's completely mad now. Somewhat Gackt is not in the middle, where I am, anymore, but goes around to the left and to the right (more to the left, though). They all have this same rehearsed movements of headbanging on the instrumental parts.
Speed Master
I think it was here, but I can't be too sure. Well, remember when I told that Gackt was holding a really mean and evil face, telling us all to scream? He lost it at the middle of this. There is an expression in Portuguese, my father taught me, that cites "to release the chicken". And Gackt did it. All I know is that one moment I was screeching like a delirant seagull because I had just seen His nipple through the shirt and then. Omg. Wtf. He is taking his tie. Ok. It's hot, take off the tie man, don't die, unbutton one or two buttons, it's hot, omg HE IS TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF!!! And omg, it's true. It's all true. It's not photoshop or anything. It's true. I tought I'd die out of onanism right there, but He continued, threw His clothes away to the public (if someone got His shirt, tell me. I'm paying a load of cash for that shirt. Unwashed) and suddenly, He was not mean anymore. He tried to keep up the face, but I think that He smiled, contained the smile and put the face back. Now, He was just Himself. And this is where it truly starts.
Lu:Na
So, people were crazy, went crazier, went mad, now they were literally berserk. Gackt as well. He got on His knees on the stage, singing, I thought He'd never come back. A load of ordering around for screaming, but now it was "All my Sisters! All my Brothers! All my Family!" He ended this song with a roundkick, wtf, He just felt "oh let's roundkick for these guys" and then there was. I was also not sure those talents of His were true, but seems they are!
Kimi ga Matteiru Kara
From berserk we went to a place from where we could not come back. I was seriously wanting to do some agressive moshing at this time and suddenly I look around and I'm not where I was anymore. I'm like in the sixth row, next to some metalheads that knew all the songs and were, honestly, the best company I had during the whole concert. Because they would just stand my crazyness - and I would stand theirs - without complaints and without looking back with arrogance. Yeah, fuck you all that looked down at me, I was having fun, if you did not want to be hit or beaten should have let me pass in the first time. OSU. Sisters here, Brothers there, family.
Mind Forest (English ver.)
More screaming, family, put your hands on the air (he ordered to do these a lot, and we gladly did it :3). Wtf am I listening to, I know the Japanese lyrics, so I sang them along, but I could not even get what He was saying in English. I think everyone was more or less in the same situation, but I still think it was very sweet of Him to make an English version of this very loved song, just for us that would naturally not know any Japanese at all. Song ends and we, on where I was, start chating His name. But somewhat on the other side they were chanting something else. And here appears an...
Intermission
"Vanilla! Vanilla! Vanilla! Vanilla! Vanilla!"
We scream. We chant for Vanilla for some minutes, no less than one, no more than five, we chanted for Vanilla. On the stage, Gackt was turning back to us, doing something (coke? I can't doubt it....), the band was stopped. And suddenly, the focus is on Him, the band is simply stopped and He sings to us. Like, those solos you see when He goes on tv, but for us. I talked to a lot of people afterwards, but nobody was able to answer me what He sang. He was really singing from His heart, with those vibratos that He likes and "u-uuuus" that He likes, sometimes stopping to listen to us answering. Even though nobody knew what He was singing, everyone could sing along. It was so weird. I think it was Vanilla's lyrics, but I can't be sure.
Ever
"Do you wanna dance?
Do you really wanna dance?
Do you really, really wanna dance?
Will you dance?"
FUCK YEAH DANCE
Seriously, this new song is so danceable I was shakin' all the time, more than jumping. So. Effin. Good. So good. I want to own this single, and I want to own it like... Now. His moves, now without shirt (oh and for the Job's fans, Chacha was also hot so he unbuttoned his shirt. I can confirm, he's really a guy, skinny and cute). Damn, His moves. I bet He trained really hard to have that proto-coreography well done. <3
Justified
Crazyness ensues, at this moment I realized I was not near my metalheads anymore *tear* but near the two really tall guys that were blocking my view at the beggining of the show. I can't really remember what happened exactly, too much emotions, too much screaming, too much HOT in all senses. They were wise and once in a while Gackt, or You, or Chacha, or some roadie near the fence, threw us water showers. Most delicious. And Gackt all sweaty and tired, but so human, so human I could almost touch Him.
Jesus
"And for you.... JESUS"
The venue went down. It was an earthquake. The most similar thing to agressive mosh was here, people went completely insane. Everyone answered to the lyrics, it was amazing. I finished this song screaming, in Portuguese, "Jesus? Nah, YOU ARE MY TRUE GOD!"
Flower
Screaming, let's all scream together in a giant scream, this song was so awesome, whenever we think Gackt can't be sexier, there He is again being sexy. Everyone knew the song, everyone sang along. The band, sorry for ignoring them so much but I was not with attention, stopped making efforts to look mean a long time ago and now were just having their time. Gackt was having His time. He looks so much more beautiful when He smiles.
Kagero
Ok, so, ok. I love this ballad. Really. I cried. Everyone around me waving their arms and I was just there, feeling the most lonely person in the planet, crying, crying, crying so much. And then He said that thing... "You're all different colours, but we are all the same family" I almost broke down there, but instead I snapped my pentagram, held it on my hand and simply started saying, really low, just for myself, "Thank You" Boy, I'm crying just for writing this, I'm ridiculous.... And now... Well, I know nobody will believe me but I'll say it anyway. At this moment of the show, He ordered us to put our hands up and scream, so I just said really low "How can I scream? The only word here is thank you!" and put my hand over my heart and kind of... Threw it to Him. And after this, this was so unprobable, but it happened, He looked at me. Between arms, everyone, everything, I knew He was looking at me. And He nodded and joined His lips on a tiny smooch. Just answering. We communicated on those couple of seconds. And on that moment my life as I know it crumbles. Here I realize: God, the true God is human. And is right here, in front of me, just being... Himself.
Encore: Uncontrol
They leave, since we read the reports from London and Paris we already know they'll be back. "Gackt! Gackt! Gackt! YFC! YFC! YFC! Encore! Encore! Encore!" They left us screaming a load of time, but we didn't stop. When they came back with Uncontrol, it was the loveliest thing. All undressed, shirtless is da best. They came back one by one, throwing us our shirts. Gackt wanted us to sing, so He "gave" us the mic. But even though we know the lyrics... Well, we don't exactly know them. Everyone was singing a different thing, with the same melody. So He started laughing, seriously laughing, singing the lyrics Himself but with the mic turned to us. And then we screamed, He sang something in Spanish (or said it? Idk, the crowd went mad at this moment, so it was probably something in Spanish), and we screamed, He thanked us, He promised He would be back. "I am not Japanese, I AM SPANISH TONIGHT!" - Yeah, me too!! Everyone starts screaming that very Spanish "Olé Olé Olá", screaming for Him, for the band, for the tour, we almost screamed for the lowest roadie, we wanted to scream, we wanted to be loud! And that's where He suddenly told us.... "I will be back! Will you be here next time? I promise I will be back? Do you promise me you will be here next time? Do you really promise? Because.... I will be back. And next time.... I WILL GIVE YOU VANILLA!"
And this was it. It was the best concert I've ever been, after hundreds of concerts. Gackt and His crew are real time professionals, not a single mistake happened, not a single thing out of place, they really work well. Good music is not just about being a pretty boy and doing some nice songs. No. It really involves work, and it showed in this concert. As I said before, I don't really care much about the band, but they were really nice, were really happy as well, it seemed like they did not want to leave the stage. Ever, ever, ever. I think they really liked this concert as much as we, the public, did.
The pentagram I snapped, I looked for the gift box to leave it there, but it was not there.... So I asked around staff, and finally found a nice one (the German people were much, much nicer....) that looked at my face and must have tought "if I don't do this something evil is happening to this chick" and took it to put it on the present box, that was on the backstage lobby already. I don't expect that any of them even sees it, but somewhat it makes me comfortable that my most personal belonging is now Gackt's.
I missed they entering the bus to get merchandise, got the tank top and the Photobook. The photobook has the kamasutra cards, I was not expecting it. Oh well, guess that now I'll have to study it. And the tank top has "Fuck Me" on the back. It was so sudden, I was not expecting that to be there. But.... Welll, guess I'll have to abide to it? x)
Also, I lost the bow of my dress.... So if anyone found it, please tell me, as I'm offering a reward for it...
As for the rest, now I have to remake the sense of life. Thank you.
First things first: I am Lady, or ladyxzeus, and I am Portuguese. This is probably one of the few things I'll write in English on this website, but it's important that this is in English. I have been a fan of Gackt since 2003-2004 and through the years my fandom evolved to something close to worship. Since then I've been dreaming about being close to Him, in the sense of "500 meter range", and since then I worked way up academically and professionally to be able to go to Japan and, then, watch His concert. And have some revelations about life, and stuff.
But then, he announced YFC - Yellow Fried Chickenz - would have an European tour. At first I did not believe. Then I realized it was true. I cried out of joy, I called a friend and basically ordered him to go with me, all of this crying. Had trouble with my family, skipped a class to get the tickets, got them and cried out of joy again. Concert falls in the middle of the exams? It does not matter. I'd even skip all the exams to go to this. So, here I go Barcelona, between Parasitary Diseases of the Swine and the Bird and Infectous Diseases of Cattle and Bird.
So, we arrived, we got a bit lost, got in a cab, cab got lost, usual things. Then I woke up and got ready. If I find a picture of myself I'll upload it here. I really made sure I was the prettiest I've ever been. I'm not really a beauty, but I was afraid that I'd die, faint or something similar, so I had to be at least trying. And then I waited. My friend, all lazy and... Male! He got late! I told him:
"Get here tomorrow at 8am so we can be there at 9, since the ticket office opens at 10" (forgot to mention, I had to recover my tickets at the office on site, another great adventure)
He gets to the hostel reception at 10:15 after I called him saying there would be blood if he did not get his ass there RIGHT NOW. We arrived there at 10:30 and discovered there were people lining up since yesterday. Damn it Eliza, why did you tell me they couldn't camp? If you had told me, I would have saved one Hostel Night!
We waited.
Beer. Wait. Getting some other beer. Wait. See a bus. Wait to see the band. They are not on that bus. Go to the shadow. Barcelona is hell on eart. Fall asleep on the shadow. Wake up and realize the bus is not there anymore. Ask a girl where the bus went. Tell some curious locals that we're there to see a Japanese guy. Observe people. See the ugliest sneakers ever. Meet the Spanish Dears Manager (sweetest thing ever, I swear you) and record a message for Gackt. Just saying... "Obrigada". Thank you. Realize everyone is forming a line. Try to find the end of the line. Find some German sweethearts that are now our friends. Stick with your friends. Smoke. Drink water. Heat is killing us. We are going to melt. Suddenly... SCREAMING. The band is entering at the front. We hear some screams of dying people and, suddenly, the line advances. Slowly, we advance through the day. Some people take my picture, that was nice. Finally, the ticket office - the one that was supposed to open at 10! - opens. It's 5:30 pm. I get my tickets. I can't describe my joy, but a girl after me described it perfectly.
That. That is the face.
Finally we get in, leave our stuff on a safe place. There are two big cardboard boxes saying "Presents for Gackt" and they are filled up. I forgot to make any present to bring... And I also forgot my CDs, or at least the booklets (was thinking of taking the big booklet of Sixth Day), just in case they felt like "oh, let's sign this booklet". I am too far away from the stage, at least 300 people in front of me, but my friend does not let me get any closer by now. We wait there, I start swearing (that's what I do when I'm nervous). Ah, at this moment people basically identified we were Portuguese and that we could understand everything they said. So far we had only encountered one Portuguese girl, from Vila Real, that knew all the Spanish Dears so didn't stick with us. And talking about Dears, who told me they were forbidden of coming? I saw three of them! Two really sweet mori, that were more doing tourism than everything, and one really annoying gyaru bitch that was with an attitude of "I am the one they fuck regurari". Damn, I didn't even talk to her, but I hated her. Maybe she's sweet and all, but I hated her. Ok, back to the concert.
It started with the speech of Gackt's Secretary. If you've read another blogs you know what it says already. Really fun, setting up the mood, osu. People that faint will have to commit harakiri, osu. Stop smoking, I care about you motherfuckers, osu. Motherfucker, osu. Osu. Then we waited for a little longer, classical piano music playing (I knew what it was at the time, now I don't really remember. Somewhat I hoped it was Gackt playing on the backstage...) And then Gackt's Secretary. Again. "To the band, why are you still with sitting on the lobby? Get your fucking asses right here on five fucking minutes" And we realized it was exactly 7:55, the concert would start exactly at 8. During this hour we waited, cameras going by, people saying hi to the cameras, I was just holding my pentagram, my religion and my personal safety, praying for something to happen.
Lights off, lights on, the flag of the fried chicken. GacktJob gets in, I don't care about them. And then He enters.
I imagined many things could happen to me when I saw Him. I could faint, I could cry, I could scream. But nothing of that happened. I just stopped there. Nothing at all. My heart, my mind, my body, was stopped there, I kind of heard the screaming far away. My friend touches my shoulder and I kind of fall to the crowd, right when the song starts. I could not stop myself anymore.
Zan
Starts well, swords and all. It's like watching the videoclip. Crowd is already crazy with ZAN, even though people don't know it very well. Well, I know it. Thank you Joana for letting me borrow your boots, they are awesome for concerts, for jumping and for taking people out of my field of vision. Gackt really looks at us with a mean look, the one He puts on for serious vampiresque pictures, and after the song He yelled at us, like He was angry at us. He wanted us to scream, and this progressed through the whole concert. And we always did it.
Side-Note: (because when I got home this was the first thing my mother asked) Gackt was wearing the YFC tour uniform, sleeveless shirt with black tie, white leather fingerless gloves and black pants to the middle of His leg. His hair was extraordinary, and made His beauty evident. Half was the normal YFC, straight and long covering eyes, but the other half was braided. Not those braids, no, not those. These really looked nice, because once in a while you would see all of His face. And Him taking the long hair out of the was was so gorgeous....
Dybbuk
I always wondered, when I listened to Dybbuk, who was rapping with Gackt. So, seems You and Chacha do it. Gackt really knows His sexy moves, and I suppose He understood that His pelvic movements were being well received because... Hell yeah. His voice, His voice is really true, He really can get to those high-pitches in no time.
Nine Spiral
Here I did not see much, I was too focused dancing by myself. Crowd was mad with Dybbuk, it's completely mad now. Somewhat Gackt is not in the middle, where I am, anymore, but goes around to the left and to the right (more to the left, though). They all have this same rehearsed movements of headbanging on the instrumental parts.
Speed Master
I think it was here, but I can't be too sure. Well, remember when I told that Gackt was holding a really mean and evil face, telling us all to scream? He lost it at the middle of this. There is an expression in Portuguese, my father taught me, that cites "to release the chicken". And Gackt did it. All I know is that one moment I was screeching like a delirant seagull because I had just seen His nipple through the shirt and then. Omg. Wtf. He is taking his tie. Ok. It's hot, take off the tie man, don't die, unbutton one or two buttons, it's hot, omg HE IS TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF!!! And omg, it's true. It's all true. It's not photoshop or anything. It's true. I tought I'd die out of onanism right there, but He continued, threw His clothes away to the public (if someone got His shirt, tell me. I'm paying a load of cash for that shirt. Unwashed) and suddenly, He was not mean anymore. He tried to keep up the face, but I think that He smiled, contained the smile and put the face back. Now, He was just Himself. And this is where it truly starts.
Lu:Na
So, people were crazy, went crazier, went mad, now they were literally berserk. Gackt as well. He got on His knees on the stage, singing, I thought He'd never come back. A load of ordering around for screaming, but now it was "All my Sisters! All my Brothers! All my Family!" He ended this song with a roundkick, wtf, He just felt "oh let's roundkick for these guys" and then there was. I was also not sure those talents of His were true, but seems they are!
Kimi ga Matteiru Kara
From berserk we went to a place from where we could not come back. I was seriously wanting to do some agressive moshing at this time and suddenly I look around and I'm not where I was anymore. I'm like in the sixth row, next to some metalheads that knew all the songs and were, honestly, the best company I had during the whole concert. Because they would just stand my crazyness - and I would stand theirs - without complaints and without looking back with arrogance. Yeah, fuck you all that looked down at me, I was having fun, if you did not want to be hit or beaten should have let me pass in the first time. OSU. Sisters here, Brothers there, family.
Mind Forest (English ver.)
More screaming, family, put your hands on the air (he ordered to do these a lot, and we gladly did it :3). Wtf am I listening to, I know the Japanese lyrics, so I sang them along, but I could not even get what He was saying in English. I think everyone was more or less in the same situation, but I still think it was very sweet of Him to make an English version of this very loved song, just for us that would naturally not know any Japanese at all. Song ends and we, on where I was, start chating His name. But somewhat on the other side they were chanting something else. And here appears an...
Intermission
"Vanilla! Vanilla! Vanilla! Vanilla! Vanilla!"
We scream. We chant for Vanilla for some minutes, no less than one, no more than five, we chanted for Vanilla. On the stage, Gackt was turning back to us, doing something (coke? I can't doubt it....), the band was stopped. And suddenly, the focus is on Him, the band is simply stopped and He sings to us. Like, those solos you see when He goes on tv, but for us. I talked to a lot of people afterwards, but nobody was able to answer me what He sang. He was really singing from His heart, with those vibratos that He likes and "u-uuuus" that He likes, sometimes stopping to listen to us answering. Even though nobody knew what He was singing, everyone could sing along. It was so weird. I think it was Vanilla's lyrics, but I can't be sure.
Ever
"Do you wanna dance?
Do you really wanna dance?
Do you really, really wanna dance?
Will you dance?"
FUCK YEAH DANCE
Seriously, this new song is so danceable I was shakin' all the time, more than jumping. So. Effin. Good. So good. I want to own this single, and I want to own it like... Now. His moves, now without shirt (oh and for the Job's fans, Chacha was also hot so he unbuttoned his shirt. I can confirm, he's really a guy, skinny and cute). Damn, His moves. I bet He trained really hard to have that proto-coreography well done. <3
Justified
Crazyness ensues, at this moment I realized I was not near my metalheads anymore *tear* but near the two really tall guys that were blocking my view at the beggining of the show. I can't really remember what happened exactly, too much emotions, too much screaming, too much HOT in all senses. They were wise and once in a while Gackt, or You, or Chacha, or some roadie near the fence, threw us water showers. Most delicious. And Gackt all sweaty and tired, but so human, so human I could almost touch Him.
Jesus
"And for you.... JESUS"
The venue went down. It was an earthquake. The most similar thing to agressive mosh was here, people went completely insane. Everyone answered to the lyrics, it was amazing. I finished this song screaming, in Portuguese, "Jesus? Nah, YOU ARE MY TRUE GOD!"
Flower
Screaming, let's all scream together in a giant scream, this song was so awesome, whenever we think Gackt can't be sexier, there He is again being sexy. Everyone knew the song, everyone sang along. The band, sorry for ignoring them so much but I was not with attention, stopped making efforts to look mean a long time ago and now were just having their time. Gackt was having His time. He looks so much more beautiful when He smiles.
Kagero
Ok, so, ok. I love this ballad. Really. I cried. Everyone around me waving their arms and I was just there, feeling the most lonely person in the planet, crying, crying, crying so much. And then He said that thing... "You're all different colours, but we are all the same family" I almost broke down there, but instead I snapped my pentagram, held it on my hand and simply started saying, really low, just for myself, "Thank You" Boy, I'm crying just for writing this, I'm ridiculous.... And now... Well, I know nobody will believe me but I'll say it anyway. At this moment of the show, He ordered us to put our hands up and scream, so I just said really low "How can I scream? The only word here is thank you!" and put my hand over my heart and kind of... Threw it to Him. And after this, this was so unprobable, but it happened, He looked at me. Between arms, everyone, everything, I knew He was looking at me. And He nodded and joined His lips on a tiny smooch. Just answering. We communicated on those couple of seconds. And on that moment my life as I know it crumbles. Here I realize: God, the true God is human. And is right here, in front of me, just being... Himself.
Encore: Uncontrol
They leave, since we read the reports from London and Paris we already know they'll be back. "Gackt! Gackt! Gackt! YFC! YFC! YFC! Encore! Encore! Encore!" They left us screaming a load of time, but we didn't stop. When they came back with Uncontrol, it was the loveliest thing. All undressed, shirtless is da best. They came back one by one, throwing us our shirts. Gackt wanted us to sing, so He "gave" us the mic. But even though we know the lyrics... Well, we don't exactly know them. Everyone was singing a different thing, with the same melody. So He started laughing, seriously laughing, singing the lyrics Himself but with the mic turned to us. And then we screamed, He sang something in Spanish (or said it? Idk, the crowd went mad at this moment, so it was probably something in Spanish), and we screamed, He thanked us, He promised He would be back. "I am not Japanese, I AM SPANISH TONIGHT!" - Yeah, me too!! Everyone starts screaming that very Spanish "Olé Olé Olá", screaming for Him, for the band, for the tour, we almost screamed for the lowest roadie, we wanted to scream, we wanted to be loud! And that's where He suddenly told us.... "I will be back! Will you be here next time? I promise I will be back? Do you promise me you will be here next time? Do you really promise? Because.... I will be back. And next time.... I WILL GIVE YOU VANILLA!"
And this was it. It was the best concert I've ever been, after hundreds of concerts. Gackt and His crew are real time professionals, not a single mistake happened, not a single thing out of place, they really work well. Good music is not just about being a pretty boy and doing some nice songs. No. It really involves work, and it showed in this concert. As I said before, I don't really care much about the band, but they were really nice, were really happy as well, it seemed like they did not want to leave the stage. Ever, ever, ever. I think they really liked this concert as much as we, the public, did.
The pentagram I snapped, I looked for the gift box to leave it there, but it was not there.... So I asked around staff, and finally found a nice one (the German people were much, much nicer....) that looked at my face and must have tought "if I don't do this something evil is happening to this chick" and took it to put it on the present box, that was on the backstage lobby already. I don't expect that any of them even sees it, but somewhat it makes me comfortable that my most personal belonging is now Gackt's.
I missed they entering the bus to get merchandise, got the tank top and the Photobook. The photobook has the kamasutra cards, I was not expecting it. Oh well, guess that now I'll have to study it. And the tank top has "Fuck Me" on the back. It was so sudden, I was not expecting that to be there. But.... Welll, guess I'll have to abide to it? x)
Also, I lost the bow of my dress.... So if anyone found it, please tell me, as I'm offering a reward for it...
As for the rest, now I have to remake the sense of life. Thank you.