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Oh my fecking god.
I have so much to say about my little adventure to my first concert yesterday. It was Hoobastank, for those of you who didn't know that, and it was a fucking blast. I took some pictures, but they aren't that great. But boy, oh boy, do I have a story for you kids.
Michaela, my homegirl, and I arrived at precisely eight o'clock when the doors opened. We waited an hour before the opening band, From Satellite, performed a shitload of songs. (All of which were awesome, btw.) They have kind of a grunge-y sound to them, which is way cool.
But anyways, Michaela and I started in the way back of the crowd for From Satellite, but when Hooba came on, the moshing got ten thousand times crazier, and we ended up getting thrown into the mosh pit, which was hella fun as well. And then, Ashley did a crazy thing. I went crowd surfing, and got thrown over the barricade, right in front of DAN AND DOUG. Holy shit. I nearly fainted, but I didn't so it was okay. Eventually, I worked my way back through the crowd and ended up being one row behind the barricade. It was motherfucking awesome.
At one point, Dan was looking in my general direction, so I licked my lips, and he made direct eye contact with me and grinned. I nearly died at that point. And I know he was looking at me because the people in front of me turned around and looked. Our eyes were locked. I still feel like passing out, just from the memory of it all.
Oh, but dear friends, the excitement did not end when the concert did. Michaela and I were walking, and we noticed the tour bus, and a small gathering of people behind the venue, so we stepped over and decided to see if we could get an autograph. Sure enough, the guys of From Satellite came out and the bassist walked right over to Michaela and I and started chatting. We got a picture with him, and then all of a sudden, we heard magical words.
"So, what are you guys doing tonight?"
I nearly fainted. Again. And we told him probably nothing. Consequently, he got my friends and my number and asked us if we wanted to 'chill' tonight. We said sure, and gave the guy our fucking numbers. We figured he wouldn't call anyways, and he was just trying to be nice. Plus, we didn't think that he would be sober enough to remember to call us, considering he downed a bottle of bear in a period of like, two minutes, and then went and got another one.
The fact that we had just gotten a ROCKSTAR's number didn't register in our heads quite yet. Plus, we were really hoping Hooba would come out and sign autographs. And finally, Doug came trotting out in an Abercrombie and Fitch outfit with a trucker hat on. I nearly died again. And he shook my hand, and signed my shirt. He also said we did very well in the mosh pit. *big huge grin* He was one of the sweetest guys I have ever met in my life. He was so ... uncharacteristic of a rockstar. Doug was down to earth and mellow. A very cool guy.
But get this. After he walked away from us, he whispered something to the security gaurd. The security gaurd promptly walked over to us and asked us if we were 21 or older. Michaela immediately said no, and then after doing so, we realized the mistake we'd made. WE WOULD HAVE BEEN INVITED ONTO HOOBA'S BUS IF WE HAD BEEN TWENTY ONE OR OLDER! OMFG. I can't even imagine what would have happened if we would have answered yes to that question. Jesus fucking Christ, we could have chilled with Hooba. Woohoo, I'm finally turning into the groupie that I've always wanted to be. Hah, not. (I do have values, mind you) And I don't know if I would have gone anyways 'cause god knows From Satellite and Hooba were both interested in nothing more than sex. Michaela is strikingly beautiful, and that's probably what did it for us. I doubt I had anything to do with it, but still. I would have been invited anyways. I could have hung out with them. I can't get over it.
But there's still more. We went back to the hotel after conversing with From Sattelite a little bit more, and then just as we were laughing about the fact that there was no way in hell that our bass player friend would actually call us, Michaela's phone rings. And guess what. It's him. She didn't answer. With my parents in the room right across the hall, there's no way I could have gotten away with sneaking out with them. Hell no. I'd end up grounded for the rest of my life. We feel really sad for ditching him, but we doubt he really cared anyways. I mean, I'm sure he found other groupies to sleep with. But anyways, I could have ravaged someone in Hooba, or From Satellite, and that fact will continue to blow my mind for months/years to come.
Anywho, that's my story for today. I took a couple pictures, all of which will be up eventually. And something weird I noticed. Dan was wearing a shirt that said "Draven" on it. I was mildly amused by that. There's so much more to share, but I will have to do it later 'cause I'm tired as hell. Oh! And btw, they gave us a preview of some new music, and holy shit. IT'S AWESOME. It's harder, a lot like their first album. Yay~!