Last night was very easily the best night of my life.
Just…I can’t even find words. I was by the barrier. First time I’ve ever been by the barrier, and first time I realized I could be there and not get crushed. I could see everything. I haven’t been that close since my first Flyleaf concert! And everyone was having such a good time. Even the opening bands were amazing! I have to look them up.
The best part was they played In Exile, like I was hoping they would. Only my favorite song in the whole world. They didn’t even make me wait for it, it was right away. I cried like a bitch. That may seem silly, but I can’t explain how much that song means to me and it was exactly what I needed to hear right now.
Then, there was this photographer chick that was standing next to us. She was wearing a really pretty blue dress and she had black hair. I was in the middle of rocking out, and she must’ve been watching me or something—idk—-but she reaches over the gate (she was behind it) and puts something on my tray. At first I’m like, “>_> The fuck are you doing lady…?” but then I looked and it was A FREAKIN PICK. A THRICE PICK. I screamed thank you at her, and if she wouldn’t have been behind the barricade I probably would’ve glomped her. At first, I figured she had bought it and then decided to give it to me to be nice, since they wouldn’t have seen me when they were throwing them.
But after the show, I remembered that they weren’t selling picks. And then I looked at it more, and it looks kinda used—like the words are fading—and the Beggars symbol is on the back. Then it hit me. She gave me one of her picks—probably treasured—from an older show! I feel so flattered.Like, you don’t even know me, but you gave me something important to you. Like, wow. Thank you, blue dress girl. I’ll take good care of it. I hope you got some bitchin’ pictures!
And now I’m listening to the recordings I have and jamming out to them. I have yet to look at the pictures, but rest assured I’ll post them when I do!