Dream came true...
The time when the memories hit you with a baseball bat, making each and every lyrics print on your skin so deep you can't even see the words anymore but you feel them burning. And it gives you both pleasure and pain and you don't know which one of those you like more. You wanted it to end but you wish it stays. Intoxicating drug which cannot harm you in any possible way but still so bad for your health, heart and soul. And that's why I'm going to that concert.
I was waiting for that time for over 10 years now. To see my heroes, my first future husband, my idols (though this sounds silly and kind of doesn't fit), my strength...
Last Thursday I went to a festival to see my beloved Red Hot Chili Peppers live. It was their third time in Poland since I became their fan and I could afford (both money and time) to see them only now. For many people it would be just a concert, just seeing a band you like/love, just having fun... But for me it was far more than just that.
I've become their fan in around 2005-2006. They appeared in my life in the darkest moment, when I wanted to give up, when I felt so weak that even the smallest wind would break me in half. I was listening to their music being below the bottom. And no, it didn't make me feel better. It kind of made me frozen in that particular second, where I didn't think about anything, just were immersing myself in pain or sadness. However, thanks to them I didn't do anything stupid. Thanks for being my drug I was addicted enough to not think about killing myself. I wanted them more than I wanted death. And it's still like that.
Whenever I am listening to them right now, I am remembering the old times. What I felt, what kind of person I was. How weak I was and how they taught me to be stronger in a very twisted way. Even more twisted than their music. And I am more thankful you can imagine.
So no, it wasn't just a concert for me. It was far more than that. Far, far more.
I was waiting for that time for over 10 years now. To see my heroes, my first future husband, my idols (though this sounds silly and kind of doesn't fit), my strength...
Last Thursday I went to a festival to see my beloved Red Hot Chili Peppers live. It was their third time in Poland since I became their fan and I could afford (both money and time) to see them only now. For many people it would be just a concert, just seeing a band you like/love, just having fun... But for me it was far more than just that.
I've become their fan in around 2005-2006. They appeared in my life in the darkest moment, when I wanted to give up, when I felt so weak that even the smallest wind would break me in half. I was listening to their music being below the bottom. And no, it didn't make me feel better. It kind of made me frozen in that particular second, where I didn't think about anything, just were immersing myself in pain or sadness. However, thanks to them I didn't do anything stupid. Thanks for being my drug I was addicted enough to not think about killing myself. I wanted them more than I wanted death. And it's still like that.
Whenever I am listening to them right now, I am remembering the old times. What I felt, what kind of person I was. How weak I was and how they taught me to be stronger in a very twisted way. Even more twisted than their music. And I am more thankful you can imagine.
So no, it wasn't just a concert for me. It was far more than that. Far, far more.