Dear you,
I'm back from the concert. I skipped another day of school because I just really didn't feel like going. My bad, but whatever.
The concert story. Are you ready? I'm about to get really emotional and lame because this was the best concert I've been to. I've been to a lot of gigs, but this was by far my favorite. Here's why.
We (my friend and I) got to the venue at 7 a.m. and sat there to wait. I was making sure I got first spot in line, holla. Well we stood there till around 10am and then another couple came and we all sat there and they brough out barriers to form the line. So my friend our standing the bands bus drove by and I saw Matt Flyzik in the front seat looking cute as heck. So I started freaking out because it was like "oh my god this is real" and all of a sudden I look across the street and Rian Dawson is walking with a crew member into the mall. Like I was flipping out like oh my god. So I started crying (I'm so lame but this band means so much to me) and then it just starts pouring down rain. I mean, it was freaking pouring.
So a worker at the venue brought my friend and I and five other people inside the venue (!!!) and gave us wrist bands and was like, "Come back after the rain, it's cold out there and I don't want you sick. These wrist bands will give you the spot in front of the line back." and we turn around to walk out of the front of the venue and there Rian Dawson is, strutting into the venue with Starbucks in his hand and I was like "oh my god" and like left with my friend to go back to the hotel and like, I was crying and stuff.
So we get back to the hotel, dry our clothes, eat, and then head back to the venue and few hours later. We return back to our spots and time flys back. Soon enough it's time to go inside. Well we got three people back from barriicade and the first band goes on. Rivers Monroe, and we wedge our way up to the second row. Then The Wonder Years go on and we push our way to barricade. Their set was great and I caught the guitarest pic. It was awesome.
The Wonder Years leave the stage and Flyzik goes out on stage to stick the setlists on and the lights dim and the bands backdrop goes up and my hearts racing as I'm watching the stage. Just waiting, waiting for this band that means so much to me to run out on that stage. The crowds getting anzy, I'm shaking and almost in tears next thing I knew those four dudes run out. My breath literally hitched as they run around and start playing and I'm jumping and screaming and it feels unreal.
The play and then stop and do the usual banter they always do and I'm smiling so wide. About half way through the set Alex Gaskarth brings out the acoustic guitar (I had no idea they were going to play acoustics) and then he starts playing Remembering Sunday. I'm almost in tears, I love this song, and it's beautiful as the entire crowd sings along. But that wasn't the biggest part. Therapy, a song that means a lot to me, was playing. Alex is strumming on his guitar and my throats getting closed up but I'm doing my best to sing along. Second verse comes around and I'm crying and I look up at him and he glances at me and smiles, like completely smiles at me as he sings a part and I just made myself stop crying. I made myself compose myself because I'm stronger than that.
The acoustic songs end and the rest of the band comes out and the set continues. It's the last song and Jack Barakat (my picture is of him if your wondering, he's also the reason I'm still here) jumps on the barriacde in front of me and I grabbed his hand and held his hand and it's the most unreal thing. It's crazy. Just like that it's over and the band leaves. It was the best night of my life and no matter what, nothing can top that.
A racing heart,
Hannah
rooftops*