Girls be ambitious.
Guess what?
I JUST SAW MIYAVI LIVE.
And it was better than I ever dared to even dream. And I can't put it to words at all, I only got home a few minutes ago, but I don't want this moment, this feeling to escape me. I don't think I qualify as coherent, there's too much adrenaline in my system, but it can't be helped, not now.
Miyavi was good live. And I really do mean good: he sang well (oh god, no one does those seductive whispers like he does, oh god), he danced well (popping, robotic movements, eeeeee), he played the guitar well, if not in a rather flashy manner. Everyone in the crowd kept going insane! He was on, no doubt about it, and he kept sweating so much.
Miyavi. Is one incredibly attractive person. Both physically and otherwise. He licked his lips, lifted his shirt up, waved his body... *__* Hello j-rocker sex machine.
He spoke a lot between songs, too. About how special it was for him, as a Japanese artist, to be able to perform in a faraway corner in the world, and how everyone in the audience - we - made it possible.
About the birth of his daughter and what a huge moment it had been for him (he sang a song that had been inspired by the happy event!).
About the love he felt we were giving him and how much it meant for him (he spoke many times about this, and once he got all shy and bashful and just blew a raspberry at us, it was so cute).
About how he had wanted to create his international fanclub just so that we could all feel that love. My heart seriously kept breaking into a million pieces.
His English was surprisingly good (and so was his Finnish, but he only used it a few times)! I always think that whether a person can speak a language or not can be judged by their ability to joke in the said language. So when people kept packing closer and closer to the stage Miyavi went: "Guys, please step back... the people up here, their boobs are getting crushed *demonstrates with his hands*" XD I died.
And he kept making sure we were still feeling okay. "Guys, get water... No fainting in the crowd, please... Take care, are you sure you're all feeling alright?" It was so sweet ;____; Especially since it was dreadfully hot, and we all kept singing, shouting, dancing and jumping up and down through the entire gig. Yes, it was that good! A couple of girls actually did faint, but luckily their friends and the staff took good care of them.
Aaaaand since he spoke about his daughter in such a loving way and his own birthday was just a few weeks ago, we sang him Happy birthday to you, first in Finnish, then in English. He seemed rather touched at that. Did I already mention what a sweetheart he was? ;~; Except possibly when he was screaming "LET'S ROCK THIS FUCKING HOUSE~!!" But that was still very very attractive.
And then he had to go and sing a soft, acoustic version of Kimi ni negai wo.
That song means so much to me. I couldn't help it at that point anymore, I just cried and cried until the very end of the song. But it was good to do so, in a way? I felt good afterwards.
On my way home I realized that I still carry a picture of Miyavi both in my wallet and between my bus card. Pictures that I put there when I was maybe fourteen. Screenshots from the Shindemo Boogie-Woogie PV from 2002 with Miyavi wearing a glittery bright red suit and a white feather boa. During all this time I've never even thought of removing them.
Those pictures will keep on going where ever I go, just like they have done up to this point.
I have probably forgotten to mention something important here, but it can't be helped. Those things are still in my heart.
Hopefully I'll never forget this night.
(Fan service on stage with cute guitarist? Check.
Earplugs on me? Check *congratulates herself*)
I JUST SAW MIYAVI LIVE.
And it was better than I ever dared to even dream. And I can't put it to words at all, I only got home a few minutes ago, but I don't want this moment, this feeling to escape me. I don't think I qualify as coherent, there's too much adrenaline in my system, but it can't be helped, not now.
Miyavi was good live. And I really do mean good: he sang well (oh god, no one does those seductive whispers like he does, oh god), he danced well (popping, robotic movements, eeeeee), he played the guitar well, if not in a rather flashy manner. Everyone in the crowd kept going insane! He was on, no doubt about it, and he kept sweating so much.
Miyavi. Is one incredibly attractive person. Both physically and otherwise. He licked his lips, lifted his shirt up, waved his body... *__* Hello j-rocker sex machine.
He spoke a lot between songs, too. About how special it was for him, as a Japanese artist, to be able to perform in a faraway corner in the world, and how everyone in the audience - we - made it possible.
About the birth of his daughter and what a huge moment it had been for him (he sang a song that had been inspired by the happy event!).
About the love he felt we were giving him and how much it meant for him (he spoke many times about this, and once he got all shy and bashful and just blew a raspberry at us, it was so cute).
About how he had wanted to create his international fanclub just so that we could all feel that love. My heart seriously kept breaking into a million pieces.
His English was surprisingly good (and so was his Finnish, but he only used it a few times)! I always think that whether a person can speak a language or not can be judged by their ability to joke in the said language. So when people kept packing closer and closer to the stage Miyavi went: "Guys, please step back... the people up here, their boobs are getting crushed *demonstrates with his hands*" XD I died.
And he kept making sure we were still feeling okay. "Guys, get water... No fainting in the crowd, please... Take care, are you sure you're all feeling alright?" It was so sweet ;____; Especially since it was dreadfully hot, and we all kept singing, shouting, dancing and jumping up and down through the entire gig. Yes, it was that good! A couple of girls actually did faint, but luckily their friends and the staff took good care of them.
Aaaaand since he spoke about his daughter in such a loving way and his own birthday was just a few weeks ago, we sang him Happy birthday to you, first in Finnish, then in English. He seemed rather touched at that. Did I already mention what a sweetheart he was? ;~; Except possibly when he was screaming "LET'S ROCK THIS FUCKING HOUSE~!!" But that was still very very attractive.
And then he had to go and sing a soft, acoustic version of Kimi ni negai wo.
That song means so much to me. I couldn't help it at that point anymore, I just cried and cried until the very end of the song. But it was good to do so, in a way? I felt good afterwards.
On my way home I realized that I still carry a picture of Miyavi both in my wallet and between my bus card. Pictures that I put there when I was maybe fourteen. Screenshots from the Shindemo Boogie-Woogie PV from 2002 with Miyavi wearing a glittery bright red suit and a white feather boa. During all this time I've never even thought of removing them.
Those pictures will keep on going where ever I go, just like they have done up to this point.
I have probably forgotten to mention something important here, but it can't be helped. Those things are still in my heart.
Hopefully I'll never forget this night.
(Fan service on stage with cute guitarist? Check.
Earplugs on me? Check *congratulates herself*)