I love Fall Out Boy - a lot.
I really, really do.
But first things first (I'm the realest). Let's start at the very beginning. You may want to get a drink because this is going to be a really long post...
About two days before the concert, I thought I had lost all chances of going. My friend Lauren* had printed off the ticket online, and guess what?! I lost it. She casually handed it to me at school and I must have misplaced it or left it in a classroom and lost it. My worst fear was that another student found it, picked it up, decided to save themselves £29.50, and went to the gig. You may be thinking that I could easily just, say, print another one off but NO, oh no, that bar code is a one and only and not only would I have lost a small fortune (gigs at the BIC in Bournemouth normally cost around a fiver but since it's FALL OUT BOY then it was undoubtedly dearer), but I would have missed the opportunity of seeing one of my favourite bands. smh. Thankfully, this didn't happen, and on the 10th of October, the day had finally arrived.
I went to the gig with Jane and Charlotte*, later meeting our other friends there. We didn't queue for long (despite arriving at 6:45 pm when doors open a quarter of an hour before) and we were within the main arena by half seven. As a side note, Lauren queued since 9 am!!! She's such a diehard fan, I love her.
The support acts weren't that great. Charley Marley and Matt and Kim were both trying their hardest for audience participation, and admittedly I did enjoy trying my hardest trying to touch one of the balloons that were thrown vaguely in my direction (cons of being short at a gig), but all in all it didn't really work.
Professor Green was the main support act for Fall Out Boy, which I think everyone was shocked by. They're not even the same genre, and personally I don't think it was a great move. Might contact Bob McLynn to have a quick word. Anyway, my boyfriend Daniel* suddenly got into Professor Green about a week before the gig and forced me to listen to him, which I'm fairly grateful for as it got me quite pumped before seeing Fall Out Boy. We kind of went a bit crazy when Pro Green whipped out Monster and it was nice to have everyone sing along when they played Read All About It as it was probably the only song people knew there. Not that any real emo ever listened to pop radio, ew.
NB: Tap water at the gig cost 40p. If you didn't get charged, the waitress must have either been a b*tch or prejudice against my gay best friend who went to get me the drink. Let's sue them.
NB: If you're small and Asian like me, getting back into a crowd after getting water during the interval is really easy.
NB: Finding your friends after leaving the arena isn't as easy as you may have expected.
I guess it's more than you bargained for because I've been dying to tell you about wHEN FALL OUT BOY CAME ON STAGE! You may have guessed that they played Sugar We're Goin' Down, first of all, and then went on to Irresistible, then the Phoenix. I think it was around this time that Patrick spoke for a little bit, something about how great it is that Bournemouth is by the sea, but nobody really knew what he was on about, bless. Anyway, it quickly moved on and Daniel and I acted like that annoying couple at gigs who kissed in between the songs when the lights were off and moved our arms in time to the music. Go get that bucket if you need it.
After their 8th song, the screen came over the stage and a video clip was played. In hindsight, we should have all guessed that something spectacular was going to happen, but I assumed they were just getting some water. Patrick, Pete, and Joe all suddenly appeared on a platform at the back of the arena!!! They played an acoustic version of Immortals and everyone joined in the singing and waved our arms and it was all very cute. After that, they went back on stage through a secret underground channel (or so I assume) which Andy had a very intense session on the drums when everyone thought his arms were going to explode from the pressure.
The 12th song was American Beauty/American Psycho. Everyone knew that the gig was sadly coming to an end, and I secretly wished someone would just crowd surf or something exciting. AND GUESS WHAT MY BOYFRIEND DID?! HE OPENED UP A MOSHPIT. As soon as the chorus came in, everyone jumped in and started moshing, and all-in-all went a bit crazy. It was such a release of energy, and since our friendship group was quite big, we all dragged each other in and ran about and pushed and shoved and screamed at the top of our lungs. It was so amazing, I don't think I've done it justice in words. I guess you just ought to have been there.
By the end of the night, we were all exhausted. The crowds cleared, and we saw a few more friends who came running up to us in floods of tears because Pete touched their hands. (But would I have queued over 10 hours for Pete Wentz to touch my hand?! Probably.). I genuinely believe going to a gig should be considered a work out, because I genuinely sweated more last night then I do when going to the gym. Oh well, Thnks Fr Th Mmrs Fall Out Boy!
* All names in this blog are fake in order to ensure the privacy of my friends and conceal their identities. However, the characters are all real people and the events actually happened
