I’m okay (I promise)

Quite different to my usual sarcastic rambles, today I am writing to you from a state of genuine happiness. Everyone has that one defining moment in their life they look back on where everything suddenly clicks. What triggers this could be anything; a thought, experience, object. For me it was an album. An album that took the young confused boy with no direction I once was and molded me into the person I am today. The album that led me away from the flock and taught me it’s okay to stand out and taught me how to truly appreciate music and find such passion in it. The album “Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge” by My Chemical Romance. Lots may have changed since this discovery those 7 long years ago but my love for this band hasn’t and in my eyes each member is still COOL AS FUCK. This weekend the band returned to Manchester and I finally had the opportunity to accomplish my teenage dream, emo dream …and wet dream all at once by meeting these 4 people that I’ve idolized for so long! (Please note the wet dream reference was a lie purely intended to provoke laughter and should not lessen the emotional sentiment of this blog post). Upon arrival of their top secret location with is so top secret you can see the hotels name in one of the pictures we noticed the band casually stood outside chatting away. Did I pounce on them and announce my undying love? No. Did I casually say hello and tell them how much they, as a band mean to me? No. Did I get so nervous that I started shaking and couldn’t physically bring myself to approach them and just stood a few feet away in complete awe? YES! And a few moments, 1 can of beer and a couple of deep breathes later I finally plucked up the courage and called out FRANK. And much to my surprise he turned around with a smile so genuine it made him all the more worthy of the idolized status he’s held in my mind all this time. As he walked over he held out his hand to personally greet each of us and happily chatted away, took pictures and signed my endless supply of 7 years worth of merchandise I’d filled my bag with. And 1 hour later I’d finally met each member, ticked of “meet my chemical romance” from my to-do list and got really drunk with Beth and went to the gig. Obviously after the gig my drunken celebrity obsessed side came out to play and we met them again! …you know, the side of me which has usually ends up with me throwing myself in front of somebody’s car, sneaking into after-parties and generally doing super hilarious things to annoy famous people.  Then er, in the morning I decided it’d be fun to you know, go meet them again as they checked out…..