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Laaaast Saturday I went to a concert. Yeah yeah. I told you, but I have pictures from Saturday.
First we got there too early and we froze. Some bitch was being stupid as hell, and I wanted to dropkick her. But she didn't get our spot in the front. She was playing with her hair and taking pictures of herself while the bands were playing. Please remember that she is in the very front, closest to the band from everyone. Okay. End RANT. I'll talk about her when I get to Working Title anyway...
Bands.
I actually didn't take any New Atlantic pictures because I was afraid that my battery was gonna die early. I didn't charge it the night before when I got home from Hellogoodbye. Sooooo.
Terminal
I only took three pictures. *shrug* Deal.
Please take note of the DINOSAUR on the equipment.
They were a mighty good band. During their last song they turned out all the lights for at least a solid minute, and for some reason I thought that was really cool.
The Working Title
Soooo. The Working Title comes up. Caitlin gets all bajiggidy over Joel. Blah blah.
Joel makes funny faces when he sings. He turns bright red, his veins pop out, and he kind of freaks out/jumps around. I really enjoyed watching him.
Foxy drummer is wearing Heather's shirt.
More freaking out.
And more.
They finished playing. During their set the crazy BITCH was laughing with her friends, taking pictures of herself, and saying things like "Wow. They don't know how to play." She was basically being insanely rude, right infront of them.
Then after they played there were a bunch of drumsticks lying around and she yelled to the guitarist and was all "Hey! Love of my life! Can I have a drumstick?" And so he gave her one. Then when Joel came back to put stuff away she started telling him how awesome they were.
Caitlin and I could have killed her, especially since Caitlin actually had heard the Working Title before and was quite fond of them. And then wacked out cunt gets a drumstick because she's two-faced and Caitlin didn't.
End rant. Again...
Okay so during the first three bands I had a lot of room. I was right infront of the barrier thing. There was a shit load of people, but it wasn't cramped at all. I wasn't pushed up against the barrier, nobody was touching me. It was pretty nice.
Then Cartel happened.
RAPED by the barrier. They're from Georgia so everybody gets all crazy when they're here.
PS. I love being in the front for concerts.
Watch this guy progressively get sweatier.
*insert broken face here.*
During the first song, a crowd-surfer landed on my head. My nose was rammed into the speaker infront of me. BLOOD. My nose starts bleeding. A kid from backstage runs toilet paper to me. Nice boy. I wiped the blood that was all over my hand onto the speaker I broke my face on. Soooo if you go to Hell in the Masquerade and you're in the very front, look for blood on the left speaker. It's mine.
They finished the first song, asked if I was okay. That was pretty spiffy. Then they announced that kids were getting bloody noses so people in the back need to calm the hell down. hahaha. Oh man. Good times. For the 2nd song I had a wad of toilet paper stuck in my right nostril. I probably looked hot.
Will = Packin'. He was standing right above me. And you couldn't escape the bulge.
hahaha. Moving on.
WOOOO. I'm proud of this. I even showed it to him right after whatever song they were playing.
Nick Carter look-a-like.
Guy on the right saved our lives 98410984 times. What a beast.
END PERFORMANCE PICTURES.
Jessica, Caitlin, and I waited around a bit. I said hello to Ocoee. Then guys from some of the bands came to me to see if I was the girl with the nosebleed. OH FAMOUS. hahaha. Yeaaaah.
Lamest picture of the night. No joke.
Jessica and Geo from New Atlantic.
Jessica and most of Terminal.
Me and most of Terminal. I waited too long to make the dinosaur claw/face. Oh well.
Joel and me.
Joel and Jessica.
Jessica and Chris.
Me and Chris.
THE END.
I may or may not post pictures from the pre-show photoshoot that Jessica, Caitlin, and I did among the trash and broken cars.
First we got there too early and we froze. Some bitch was being stupid as hell, and I wanted to dropkick her. But she didn't get our spot in the front. She was playing with her hair and taking pictures of herself while the bands were playing. Please remember that she is in the very front, closest to the band from everyone. Okay. End RANT. I'll talk about her when I get to Working Title anyway...
Bands.
I actually didn't take any New Atlantic pictures because I was afraid that my battery was gonna die early. I didn't charge it the night before when I got home from Hellogoodbye. Sooooo.
Terminal
I only took three pictures. *shrug* Deal.
Please take note of the DINOSAUR on the equipment.
They were a mighty good band. During their last song they turned out all the lights for at least a solid minute, and for some reason I thought that was really cool.
The Working Title
Soooo. The Working Title comes up. Caitlin gets all bajiggidy over Joel. Blah blah.
Joel makes funny faces when he sings. He turns bright red, his veins pop out, and he kind of freaks out/jumps around. I really enjoyed watching him.
Foxy drummer is wearing Heather's shirt.
More freaking out.
And more.
They finished playing. During their set the crazy BITCH was laughing with her friends, taking pictures of herself, and saying things like "Wow. They don't know how to play." She was basically being insanely rude, right infront of them.
Then after they played there were a bunch of drumsticks lying around and she yelled to the guitarist and was all "Hey! Love of my life! Can I have a drumstick?" And so he gave her one. Then when Joel came back to put stuff away she started telling him how awesome they were.
Caitlin and I could have killed her, especially since Caitlin actually had heard the Working Title before and was quite fond of them. And then wacked out cunt gets a drumstick because she's two-faced and Caitlin didn't.
End rant. Again...
Okay so during the first three bands I had a lot of room. I was right infront of the barrier thing. There was a shit load of people, but it wasn't cramped at all. I wasn't pushed up against the barrier, nobody was touching me. It was pretty nice.
Then Cartel happened.
RAPED by the barrier. They're from Georgia so everybody gets all crazy when they're here.
PS. I love being in the front for concerts.
Watch this guy progressively get sweatier.
*insert broken face here.*
During the first song, a crowd-surfer landed on my head. My nose was rammed into the speaker infront of me. BLOOD. My nose starts bleeding. A kid from backstage runs toilet paper to me. Nice boy. I wiped the blood that was all over my hand onto the speaker I broke my face on. Soooo if you go to Hell in the Masquerade and you're in the very front, look for blood on the left speaker. It's mine.
They finished the first song, asked if I was okay. That was pretty spiffy. Then they announced that kids were getting bloody noses so people in the back need to calm the hell down. hahaha. Oh man. Good times. For the 2nd song I had a wad of toilet paper stuck in my right nostril. I probably looked hot.
Will = Packin'. He was standing right above me. And you couldn't escape the bulge.
hahaha. Moving on.
WOOOO. I'm proud of this. I even showed it to him right after whatever song they were playing.
Nick Carter look-a-like.
Guy on the right saved our lives 98410984 times. What a beast.
END PERFORMANCE PICTURES.
Jessica, Caitlin, and I waited around a bit. I said hello to Ocoee. Then guys from some of the bands came to me to see if I was the girl with the nosebleed. OH FAMOUS. hahaha. Yeaaaah.
Lamest picture of the night. No joke.
Jessica and Geo from New Atlantic.
Jessica and most of Terminal.
Me and most of Terminal. I waited too long to make the dinosaur claw/face. Oh well.
Joel and me.
Joel and Jessica.
Jessica and Chris.
Me and Chris.
THE END.
I may or may not post pictures from the pre-show photoshoot that Jessica, Caitlin, and I did among the trash and broken cars.