My weekend part 1: my first concert

My week ended on a friday, my stresses of lost wallets, personal statements and homework still present faintly in the back of my mind as i queued for a band called "panic! at the disco." I'd dropped my rucksack at work to be collected the next day and began talking to the people  to me, thinking "why not? I'm stuck here for three hours until the doors open anyway." My friend was reluctant at first but eventually aclimatised to the situation and began to converse a while after.

From the cluster of concert goers i met two stood out. Pudsy ears guy (a bloke my brothers age in Pudsy ears who was only slightly cooler than me) and a girl only slightly younger than me from Wolverhampton who had missed school to drive down. They were fun to talk to and made the fact that i was frostbitten and being rained on with my umbrella left at work bearable. We discussed everything from my lack of accent to a misunderstanding of the bible involving the spirit of Christ ejaculating over the virgin Mary (don't ask.)

We entered the building in clusters and i slipped away to buy merch before the queue developed. If i had the foresight i would have drank at this bit, biggest regret of the evening. after barging through the wall of people and returning to my spot i had even more waiting. I people-watched. Chatting casually to a cute scouse couple and playing "spot the dad" until a band finally arrived.

The first band came on, a mix of guys and girls with a female drummer. They were Australian and would have been charming if anyone knew their songs. It was then i noticed the earbuds in the ears of one of strangers i had met that night. It was so loud and bright that it would have been perfect with earbuds in. I remembered what the vlogbrothers advised about concerts in their video and regretted my decision to ignore their Advice. It was so loud and bright that i could barely make out the lyrics.

After them Brendon stepped onstage next to what could only be described as his guitarist lookalike. He preformed well, putting all the energy you'd expect. But all i could think was "I'm too sober for this." Those words orbiting my head on what would have been a great night. His rendition of "girls girls boys" stood out particularly with great showmanship.

My only comment was when he did a high note, exaggerating it as a cue for hype that made him sound like lorne from the buffy spinoff angel, the audience would shriek back in a fangirl siren scream. It was amusing at first but painful and slightly gimmicky by the sixth squeal. My main thought through most of the evening was weighing up the possibility of me getting my place back if i broke away from my little divet in the sea of teenagers.

On the flipside the concert veterans looked after me in the queue and even wondered where i was when i sneaked off to by merch.

I left, temporarily hard of hearing and so sleepy that i didn't function well, before collapsing into bed.