CONCERT STORYTIME!!! ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

Hi my silly angel babies. ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

This is my second time writing this, because I am sleepy and clumsy. 

I've been ia for like two days because I was at a concert!! After three years, I got to see one of my favorite artists for the second time!!! ‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ 

Below is the story. Buckle in, it's very long.

So it all started in March. I'm sort of a recluse, so my mom brought up the concept of me going with my brother's girlfriend, who will be referred to in this blog entry by E because I respect her too much to leak her real name, to Lollapalooza. I shot down the idea immediately because Lolla is held quite a long way from where I live, and I'm not comfortable traveling that far for anything let alone a music festival. My mom still wanted me to do something this summer because I'm turning 21 and she doesn't want me to rot in the house forever. Which is nice of her.

The next day, one of my favorite artists, who I will refer to as A because I love gatekeeping, posted his 2025 tour lineup. And he was coming to my state. My mom was like "You're going." and that night we talked to E and asked if she'd be willing to take me since I don't drive. E, being the lovely sweet amazing girl that she is immediately agreed and that very night we bought tickets. We bought two VIP packages which included passes to the soundcheck and a Q&A session as well as a few merch items like a tote, a lanyard, and a signed photo.

Last time I saw A I was 17 and had only general admission tickets. It was a wonderful experience and I loved it very much but already this was very different from that time. I had a lot more independence and the whole thing was going to be a lot more intense. It was exciting, but I had a lot of things to work through before it was time for the show.

The rest of March, April, and most of May passed and a lot of things happened in my life. Lots of life changing personal events and so so so much drama and so much stress. I made myself sick worrying about a lot of things including the concert. As it drew closer my OCD was filling my head with all sorts of worries. My main one would be that I wasn't going to be able to get into the theatre to see the show. It was a genuine struggle and for about two months I was totally miserable.

But on the Sunday before the show I realized I just needed to stop worrying. Whatever will be would be and there was nothing I could do about it. I prepared to the best of my ability and no matter what happened, E and I would make the best of it.

And then it was Wednesday.

I was packed and ready to go, and E and I were on the road by 11:30. We drove for about three hours and made it into the city with time to check into our hotel and get ready. Our hotel was very small and kinda disgusting, but that's another story.

E and I got ready together and listened to music while we did so. We both slayed. E wore a blue crop top, an off-white lace miniskirt, a denim shirt/jacket, gold chain belt and brown boots. I had on a long black skirt, black lace camisole, black mesh bell-sleeve tie-front top, gold chain belt, and black suede boots. That was my first mistake. We served cunt, but the boots were a mistake.

I'm a hippie kinda so at home I pretty much only wear sandals or house slippers. Heeled boots, although they were only like 2 or 3 inches, should not have been my concert shoes. My second mistake was being 40 pounds overweight. More on that in a second.

After E and I got ready, it was time to take a walk. She was worried about parking so we decided to walk to the theatre. We made sure we had our wallets and everything and headed out. We started walking and after 10 minutes we ended up in a residential neighborhood. It was then that she realized that we were not going the right way. Ha ha. My fat ass was dying. I was already sweating and my weak ass ankles and flat feet were SCREAMING. E was about 10 feet in front of me at all times which did not help my case. We walked for 20 minutes in the other direction and eventually reached the theatre. The only thing keeping me going during the grueling walk there was my reflection in windows I passed. I slayed, even if I thought I was dying.

Anyways, with sore feet and weak ankles, E and I entered the building with less than 5 minutes to spare for check-in. They took our IDs, and E was given a wristband with no further conversation. The guy that was checking people in looked at my ID and was like "Ooh, so close. You're not 21." And I fucking panicked. I was like oh great. My biggest fear. Not being let in. I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN. I just looked at the guy and he was like "...It's not your birthday yet. You're not 21. So close." AND I KEPT LOOKING AT HIM BECAUSE WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS ARE YOU KICKING ME OUT??? He did not. He was just being confusing. He gave me an under 21 wristband and then checked me off the list after I just stared at him with fear in my eyes. It was terrifying and confusing and I was still very sweaty from walking in heels for 30 minutes.

But we made it. And then we picked up our merch and got in line after being told that "they" would come get us for soundcheck. Before I could even get my lanyard on, the people started moving and imagine my horror when we, a group of probably like 80 people, were being herded up not one, not two, but THREE flights of stairs. My body was begging me to just lay down and die. But I persevered.

We made it to the room with the stage and E and I ended up one row away from the stage for the Q&A. Very close but I wasn't satisfied. Not yet anyway. I figured it would only be a matter of time until I could slowly push my way to the very front. Anyway, the Q&A session was scheduled for 5, and A didn't come out until 5:15. We heard someone whisper "there he is" and then I looked over, and sure enough there he was. I gasped embarrassingly loud and grabbed E in shock and excitement. I should feel shame but I don't. It was funny.

As he took the stage we made eye contact and it was surprisingly intense. I couldn't help the smile that forced itself onto my face and looked away because stawppppp omggg...

A played two songs during soundcheck and took about 25 minutes to answer questions. It was very intimate and his fans are extremely (I think overly) familiar with him. Some of the questions and anecdotes were stupid but I am a hater so I think everything is stupid. At least they were brave enough to ask him a question. I cannot say the same about myself so good for them tbh.

After the Q&A, A left and the theatre employees took about 15 people back for the meet and greet. E and I were too pussy to spend extra to do that because that's TOO intimate. Making eye contact was already like so intense. I would've died if actually face to face with him and expected to speak. Woof. 

The lady that was in front of E and I left with the meet and greet group so we stole her spot. It was first come first serve. And she left so it was fair game. We ended up cementing ourselves to the floor directly in front of his microphone, ensuring that we would have the best spots in the house. After the meet and greet the lady came back and angrily stood over me until 6:30 when the general admission people were starting to come in. E and I stood up and took our spots and the lady tried to cut in and take her spot back and I totally shoulder checked her. Move your feet lose your seat musty. Not my problem. I was not losing my perfect spot. 

Here's a picture that shows how close I was to the stage. 

It's a real picture I took of the stage but my friend edited it to be fnaf because he's funnier than I am.

The opener, though I always am annoyed and disappointed by opening acts, was extremely talented and entertaining. His set was fun and he made everyone laugh. He also came out a little later and sang and played with A and his band.

At like 8 or 8:30, A finally came back out for his full set. My feet were getting more and more painful and I hadn't eaten or drank anything all day (I get sick if I do on days where I do things like go to concerts so I did that on purpose because I know my body, not because I was being irresponsible) so I was a little irritable and very tired and wanted to go home. 

But when A took the stage it all kind of...went away. He is a fantastic performer. Everything about him is so alluring. His stage presence is on par with his amazing voice and I was in awe the whole time. Just admiring him. His band was also really wonderful, but I was obviously focused on him.

We made eye contact about 12 times and I swear to god one of the times I watched his eyes flick from my eyes down to my cleavage. I'm a busty gal, so I get that a lot. But this literally made me go into shock. That was not something I expected, and when it happened I looked around like DID ANYONE SEE THAT. But nobody did. It was like. Just a second. A singular glance. I tried to be nonchalant but I think I did a bad job BUT IN MY DEFENSE THE MAN I'VE HAD A CRUSH ON SINCE I WAS 12 JUST LOOKED AT MY BOOBS HELLO??? All of my insecurity evaporated from my body. I win. I'm gonna be riding this high for the rest of my life. Wow. I'm so glad I didn't go home.

I got a lot of videos that I plan on screenshotting for stills but I won't share them here because I'm gatekeeping.

After the show, E and I ubered back to the hotel and while we were waiting for the elevator, I happened to glance over and noticed some fucking finance bro sitting in the hotel restaurant. I watched him grin from ear to ear like a lecher and lift his phone to take a picture/video of us. I fucking panicked and turned my back to him, standing in front of E and explaining what was going on to her. We quickly got into the elevator and went up to our room.

We were safe, but of course the moment of feeling attractive for once in my life and being excited about something had to be ruined by some fucking ugly loser weirdo pervert. Such is life. We made it up to our room and ordered Taco Bell.

When we went back to the lobby to get the food, the creep was gone so we felt better about things. We ate our tacos on our bed and let me tell you it was the most fresh, delicious Taco Bell I've literally ever consumed in my almost 21 years of life. It was genuinely fantastic. I know I'm never gonna have any Taco Bell that's better than that Taco Bell. It's kinda sad. I was eating it knowing every taco I'll ever have after this will be sad and floppy in comparison.

After tacos, E and I took showers and had girl talk before bed. I introduced her to Robert Sean Leonard and she thanked me because of course she did. Robert Sean Leonard is a babe. We watched Vanderpump Rules and then went to bed.

In the morning, we packed up and headed out. The three hour drive back home felt much longer than the drive to the city, but we got to gush about what happened at the concert and listen to Sabrina Carpenter. So it was great anyway. 

Overall the trip was amazing. I had a fantastic time and I don't regret a moment, which is something new for me. I felt comfortable (except for when that guy was taking pictures of us) and happy. I'm glad I went and I love E with all my heart. That's bestie. We're bonded for life now.

But also I'm more than glad to be home. I cannot wait to shower in my own bathroom with my own soap and then go to my bed and sleep like a baby. 

If you've read this far, thank you! I know this was very long and probably sort of incoherent, but I needed to write it down because all my friends wanna know how it went and I don't feel like writing it out again (I ALREADY WROTE IT ONCE AND ACCIDENTALLY CLOSED THE TAB.)

Until next time. ‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁

Kisses!!!! 💋

-G ♡