So, here's the link, guys:
s1109.photobucket.com/user/Chidorifool101/library/A%20Silent%20Film%20at%20The%20MET_%206-20-13?sort=6&page=1(let me know if it works.)(also, read some of the descriptions of the photos, if you'd like.
Also, the whole description that I thought would be shorter than my last concert explanation is actually longer. I'm truly so sorry about that, but I can never leave out any details. If I do leave out details, it will bother me forever. It's just a huge peeve of mine.
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So, here is my story of how 6/20/13 went...
I woke up only to find that my older sister was running very late for school. I got into the bathroom to start my process of 'getting ready' twenty minutes later than I usually would. Somehow I managed to get done fast enough to where I wasn't late for school, but I was still in a terrible mood anyways.
You see, the day before (Wednesday) I had been doing Finals review packets up until eleven at night, working absolutely non-stop. The packets were supposedly due on Thursday. I was was stressed out to the max...
1) Brain overload.
2) I didn't get to do what I wanted for Thursday: straighten my hair; shave my legs (it was going to be a hot day, and I was going to a concert. Therefore, I didn't want to die of sweat and most likely meet the band, and take a picture with them, for them to only get grossed out by my bucket loads of sweat.)
3) I could not relax.
4) I missed one of the most epic Bruins games.
5) Even though I had gotten to bed at eleven, I actually didn't even fall asleep until midnight because I think there are ghosts in my room, and they were bothering me so much that Wednesday night.
So anyways, back to Thursday morning, heading to school. My sister was stressed out because she felt ugly. I was stressed out because of all the reasons listed above, and that I, too, felt ugly. Nothing was going good for the concert day (which is actually very habitual.)
I had some all right classes, and some really bad classes. English class was one of the worst, which is not what I was expecting. I had finished off my review packet and was expecting to do nothing the entire class. I noticed, as I was sitting in my seat, that my friend Jade wasn't done with hers. So, I called her over and asked if she wanted to copy what I had that she didn't have, and she so gratefully accepted my offer.
Here's where it got bad...
On Wednesday, Jade hadn't showed up to English class, which was strange because she was just in class before with me right across the hall. So all of a sudden (back on Thursday), people questioned her about it.
- "Hey Jade, where were you yesterday?"
- "I don't know..."
She said the, "I don't know."
I immediately figured something was wrong, and so did everybody else. I mean, how could someone possibly forget about where they were? So, my mind began thinking of reasons as to why she wouldn't actually say...
1) She got sick and didn't want to talk about it because she might have felt embarrassed.
2) She got dismissed for an embarrassing reason.
I was on the right track.
Instead of telling everybody, she turned to me and explained what had happened. Apparently she left the school thinking that school was over. However, we still had one more class to go (English class). Therefore, when she went outside, no one was there and she must have panicked. She had to call her mom to get her.
When she was telling me this, she got tears in her eyes and I knew that she would start crying. And she did once her other friend, who is also my friend, asked her what had happened.
Now, I did not know how to react because Jade is usually so tough. She never really shows how she feels unless it's an annoyed or happy feeling, but to see her absolutely depressed and putting herself down, I was stunned into place. Eventually she got up from the desk in front of me and walked to the other friend to explain to her. Jade was crying more, but was being comforted...
I just felt like such a terrible person and friend. To me, I felt that even though I'm not really best friends with Jade that I had the responsibility to be that great friend to comfort her and make her feel better, but I wasn't. I know her other friends aren't really good at being friends, and I always bring out the personal things about people- I get on a deeper level with them and they usually like it when I do. So it felt like a huge burden on me to resolve the situation, but I just utterly failed.
And because I didn't have any work to do, and only my phone in front of me, I went on it. Though honestly, that just made me feel worse because I thought, "What if Jade sees me on my phone? What will she think? She'll probably just say, 'Oh, what a friend! She just goes on her stupid phone and doesn't even care about me!'"
But I do care about her. She reminds me of my older sister a bit, so I treat her kind of like her.
Luckily, after I attempted to ask Jade if she was all right and ten minutes later, Jade came and sat at the desk in front of me. It was really awkward, but we managed to have a casual conversation again, almost as if nothing drastic had just occurred.
Eventually English class ended, and I moved on with the rest of my school day.
So, now I will bring up gym class, which is always a pretty dreadful topic for a majority of students to talk about...
I knew that my class was going to have a game day. But when the teachers announced what specific game we would be playing, my heart dropped.
"We're playing Medic."
And if you don't know what Medic is, allow me to explain: It's dodgeball except that there is a person on each team that has a little scooter. If someone gets out on their team, they can bring the scooter over for the "out-person" to sit on, so that they can roll them back to a certain line on the gym floor. Once that is done, the "out-person" is now in the game again. Also, if someone gets the Medic out on a team, the team has to try and get a ball through the hoop on the other side of the gym where the opponent team is, in order to get their Medic back in the game.
I hate Medic because...
When the seniors were graduating from high school about a month ago, we were allowed to play Medic (the game is usually forbidden by authority because it is so dangerous, especially with the idiots in my school who enjoy making people hurt.) It was the freshmen with the juniors (we don't have sophomores in my class; they would have been on that team) against the seniors.
And of course, sometime throughout the game, my Medic got out. Slowly, all of the good throwers/players got out and were not able to get back in the game because the Medic was out. It narrowed down, and down.
I was the last one standing with an entire team of seniors whipping balls at me, while everyone was watching and screaming at me with all different things that I should have been doing. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my entire life; I just wanted to die, then.
So now that we were playing Medic again, I was just totally broken.
And to make it worse, I had no friends on my team; they were all on the other team. It was beginning to feel like a replay of that horrific day when we last played Medic. Luckily, however, when the teachers were not looking, I just sat down and pretended I had gotten out. When the Medic on my team had come over, they asked if I wanted to stay out, which surprised me because they aren't supposed to do that. But yes, I did agree and I stayed out.
The class, which was the last one until AO (homeroom for an hour; then school is out), dragged on forever. It was torture and made me feel miserable. I couldn't even force myself to believe I would be going to a concert that night.
And now, let me explain from when I got home to the end of the concert. You didn't necessarily have to read all of what I wrote above, but it gives context to how upset I was feeling, to how happy I became at the end of the night...
I got home and I had a long conversation with my older sister about one of our friends who is suicidal everyday and contradicts herself all of the time. Then my sister's other friend called us about the same reason, but I just kind of listened in (only hearing one side of the conversation, but making sense of it.) Then, after an hour of relaxing, for once, I had to shave my legs because I was not able to the night before, which I had explained prior.
Time passes and my dad came home from work. I was finally getting really excited, and have pushed away all of my stresses for the rest of the night (almost.) We get on the road to Rhode Island, to The MET, which is where I saw The Airborne Toxic Event for my second time, and when I saw Civil Twilight (second time seeing them) open for Mutemath. I love The MET because it's such a small venue (only holding 500 people) and it's a chill place- no one really gives a care in the world.
We got to the venue in about 30 minutes, partially because my dad was speeding, but also because we didn't get lost for once. It gave me an eery feeling because something bad always happens when we are driving to the venue in which the concert will be at. But no, it was all well.
We got out of the car, and walked around to the waiting area, which is some porch/patio thing where you can sit down and relax. My dad's work friends, Mike and Jazz, met up with us. This was my first time ever meeting them.
First off, I thought Mike and Jazz would be close to my dad's age, but no, they were very young and in their twenties. Secondly, and just for background information to you guys, Mike is nicknamed by my dad, "the British kid," because he always listens to British bands, which is really awesome. Did I mention A Silent Film were from England? Because they are. So, the nickname fits pretty well.
When we go up the stairs to stand on the porch, there were already two DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS guys sitting there chatting and drinking. My dad went up and greeted them, because he talks to everybody. He found out that they were two members from one of the opening bands, and that they hailed from Texas. And yes, this made me realize that there were two opening bands, which I didn't already know, and that their accents were wicked.
The next thing I noticed, as I looked into the glass entrance, was that HOLY FLIPPING SHIT- THE DRUMMER FROM A SILENT FILM IS RIGHT THERE AT THE MERCH FRICKEN STAND. The merch stand is right near the entrance, let me just tell you now...
Anyways, I slapped my older sister's arm and told her of what I just saw, and we both started fangirling and nearly passed out. Like... holy geez.
We waited a bit more, just chatting, and my older sister and I were examining the adorable birds. Then all of a sudden my older sister turned to the entrance and slapped me SO HARD on the arm and cried out lowly, "Oh my God, that's Robert!"
Robert, everyone, is the gorgeous lead singer... of A SILENT FILM.
At that moment, I cannot even describe through words exactly how I felt and what was happening to me. All I know is that Robert was on his phone, OUTSIDE WITH US. My hands were shaking, as well as my older sister's, and that tears were in my eyes about to spill over. My legs even hurt so much because they were about to give out.
I've NEVER, once in my life, had that sort of reaction at seeing a band member. N-E-V-E-R.
My older sister and I told our dad and his work friends about this, and my dad fricken went over to Robert and began talking to him, bringing him over to us. I was literally dying. And I still die deep inside when I think about it.
We introduced each other and exchanged handshakes. I was holding my breath up until I had to say my name and shake his soft, silky, cold hand. And yes, I'm using all of those adjectives because it was true, and also that I love band members' hands (I like to remember exactly how it feels to shake one my hero's hands). His eyes had the cutest little wrinkles when he smiled and told me his name was Robert, even though I already knew that.
He, lastly, had an introduction with my older sister, and said to her, "Oh, I like your shirt!"
It was an A Silent Film shirt.
My dad then jokingly asked if he'll take any requests for songs to play that night, in which Robert laughed and asked back, "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, we would love it if you played 'Queen of A Sad Land,'" said my dad.
"I'll make it happen," said Robert with a confident look on his face. He then continued talking, "But if you'll excuse me, I have to make a quick phone call. I'm really sorry, but I will be back to talk to you all again; don't worry!"
So he strutted off, making his phone call.
My legs were throbbing out of pain because they were dying to give out at any second. I had to lean so much on the wall behind me just to keep standing- it was ridiculous! Then I realized I was hyperventilating because I got black spots in my vision and I kind of faltered forward, also noticing my breathing pace had picked up quite a bit. However, I managed to control myself as my dad and Mike teased me about Robert. And just to let you guys know, my older sister was basically having the same reaction as me, but just not as severe.
Robert, my older sister and me noticed, was taking a very long time making his phone call. So, my older sister and me began making silly conspiracies as to why he was taking so long...
1) "Oh gosh, he probably only said he was making a phone call to get away from us because we are so ugly. It was all a distraction, and he'll somehow sneek back into the venue so that he doesn't have to pass us again."
2) -"Dude, his hand felt kind of rubbery in a good way." -"He probably had a rubber, artificial hand because he didn't want to touch the grossness that is our handshakes." -"Oh gosh, you're right."
So, that went on for quite a bit. In the meantime, as that was happening, guys kept coming in and out of the venue. Those guys were both of the back-ups bands. It was pretty darn cool. The Texan guys even ordered a pizza, which was hilarious.
The moment came though, when my older sister saw Robert coming back. He came up the stairs to where we were standing and said, "I'm truly sorry about that. That ____ guy is really something!" He laughed a little and began strutting to the entrance of the venue, checking his watch once and nodding to a guy from one of the back-up bands. He then left us and entered the building.
My older sister and I were just laughing at what had happened.
Another ten minutes passed and my older sister saw Ali, the bassist of A Silent Film. He was already outside. What.
As he came up the stairs, my dad said "hello" to him, and he reciprocated. I took the same action, and received the same response. Ali went inside the building. And then my older sister and I stared at each other stunned. Just woah- we were not expecting that.
And then we saw, through the glass entrance, Karl- the lead guitarist of A Silent Film. Now we had seen all of the band before the show had even started. It was such an amazing feeling, and it honestly just made me more nervous.
Up until ten minutes before the doors opened, and it was still just our little group of people waiting, another group showed up (just females.) I noticed there were two teenager girls, and just by examining them for a quick second (I guess you could say I judged them, but accurately), I could tell that they were going to bother me throughout the show.
The doors opened, eventually, and I nearly skipped into the building because I was so happy. My older sister and me got to the front of the stage- towards the middle and off to the left. In the past when we have gone to The MET, we were always way off to the left, so this was a great achievement.
The other girls stood beside my older sister and must have thought that they had gotten the best spot. But oh please, I would prove them wrong once A Silent Film performed.
Not even five minutes later, a group of guys stood beside me. They were in college, I could tell. They were hyper, but funny as anything. And really, they acted as if they were high, which was probably true, but I didn't really mind.
All of a sudden, I heard this electronic noise that sounded so familiar. I asked my older sister, "Hey, do you hear that? What is that?"
AND OH MY GOSH, THE VENUE STARTED BLASTING "JENNY WAS A FRIEND OF MINE" BY THE KILLERS. AND THEN THEY JUST CONTINUED PLAYING THE ENTIRE HOT FUSS ALBUM. AND MY OLDER SISTER AND I WERE FREAKING OUT BECAUSE AT THE MOMENT WE ARE REALLY GETTING INTO THE KILLERS. AND ALSO, WE HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO HOT FUSS EVERYDAY FOR OVER A MONTH. SO YEAH, IT WAS LIKE WE WERE AT A KILLERS CONCERT. WOAH.
The first band, Herra Terra, came on once Hot Fuss was about to play "Change Your Mind". They reminded me of the Two Door Cinema Club mixed with Björk. The lead singer had a voice kind of like Bono. Also, the bassist/keyboardist reminded me of Jonny Greenwood.. a lot. Overall, they had very cool music. You can check them out if you'd like. My dad bought their CD after their performance ended.
this is Herra Terra. Jonny-boy is on the farthest right.
Then I knew already that the next band that would be playing were the Texans. When they came out, they set up and acted is if they were the hottest, most gorgeous guys to have ever existed... which was not entirely false. They were all absolutely good-looking, in my opinion.
And the thing was, those stupid girls that had also come somewhat early that I didn't like, thought so too. The one girl standing right beside my older sister ESPECIALLY was annoying. Throughout the entire Texan performance, she was dancing around also thinking she was the most hottest thing to have ever existed. I wanted to fricken punch her in the face a billion times. I already have to deal with that kind of persona at school and I did not want to have to deal with it at a concert. But of course, I had no way of stopping it unless I wanted to be in a cat fight.
Also, I was already friendly with the lead singer and lead guitarist because they were the two guys outside when my group and I had arrived. They both kept staring at me a lot- the lead singer with a huge smile on his face (he even spit on my face while singing, but I didn't mind), and the lead guitarist as if he were interested in me. Um. And he was really young. Jazz had told me he was only nineteen. Just wow. And he was an amazing guitarist.
The lead singer said that it was the acoustic guitarist's birthday. It was pretty cool and it was celebrated mightily. At one point during their act, I was observing how the lead guitarist was playing (even though I was really intimidated to even stare at him because he was so beautious, and that whenever I stared at him, he caught me and stared back), and when I flicked my gaze over to the acoustic guitarist, he was already staring at me. He smiled a little, and so did I as I looked away to the singer. But I did a little double-take kind of thing and smiled bigger at him, and he did the same. Gosh. It was a little heart-jumping moment for me. And I'm serious, the entire band was just gorgeous, so they had a big effect on me (and I wasn't only just freaking out about their appearances like that stupid "hot stuff" girl. I knew they were really cool guys, so that was another thing that affected me.)
Their performance ended, and there was thirty minutes until A Silent Film would come on. My dad went to talk with that band, which are called: The Unlikely Candidates.
You may also look them up, if you'd want.
this is The Unlikely Candidates. From left to right: cool drummer, acoustic guitarist, funny singer, cool bassist, and interesting guitarist.
Then ten minutes before they were supposed to come on originally, A Silent Film comes out. The crowd cheers. However, they were just testing their instruments. I wasn't used to it at all. At all of the concerts I've seen before, the main band just begins a song as soon as they get on stage. It actually calmed me down a lot and made me feel closer to the band.
A Silent Film began playing, and I couldn't recognize the song. I began freaking out... but then I did finally recognize it once Robert started singing. It was "Thirteen Times the Strength", which is a song that I had recently been obsessed with.
Now, let's just say I went insane once I realized this. And I also went crazy because Robert was so fricken ENERGETIC AND I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT SO MUCH AT ALL. I thought he was a little pretty singer who would have a little dance, BUT NO. HE WAS WIGGLING ALL OVER THE FRICKEN PLACE.
AND IN. MY FACE.
CROTCH. IN MY FACE.
EVERYWHERE.
I'M SERIOUS.
ONLY 3 INCHES OR LESS AWAY.
FROM.
MY FACE.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.
AND THROUGHOUT MOST OF THE ENTIRE SHOW,
HE WAS STANDING/DANCING/CROUCHING/STICKING HIS HAND IN MY FACE/ALMOST HITTING ME WITH HIS HAIR OR MICROPHONE WIRE.
OH MY GOODNESS.
I HAD THE BEST SPOT IN THE ENTIRE VENUE. AND I WAS HAPPY TO BRAG IT OFF TO THAT STUPID LITTLE "HOT STUFF" WITH A STUCK-UP LOOK OF MINE. OH YES.
but that doesn't mean I was just going crazy when he was in front of me. I was mainly just flustered, not knowing where to look, and blushing so much. My dad, Mike, and Jazz eventually made fun of me because of my blushing and shocked face.
I've never been so happy to have such a nice view, though. And I know I'm fairly young to be thinking things like that, but once it happened, it couldn't be erased. It was amazing- and I'm sorry/not sorry.
Then at one point, Robert was talking to the crowd and he said, "This next goes out to Dave and his family..."
My dad, older sister, and I cheered and he smiled at us. "It's called 'Queen of A Sad Land.'"
Now imagine, if you will, that A Silent Film become as big as Coldplay/Muse/U2, or something (and they probably will.) I will forever be famous with my family for that song. Robert seriously made my world by doing that.
During the show...
1) They performed two new songs, which I felt that I had heard before, but overall, they were amazing.
2) Robert asked the crowd if his hair looked like Justin Bieber's, and the crowd laughed. One person shouted out that it looked more like a young Mick Jagger's, and Robert agreed. Then someone else shouted, "Do you have the moves like Jagger?"
Robert didn't get the reference at first, but he eventually nodded his head laughing, "Oh, Maroon 5, is it?"
3) Robert talked about the little rubbery thing that "pop stars like himself" put into their ears. He was explaining how his stopped working, which "has never happened before."
4) Spencer, the drummer, was babbling an attempt to make up for how he forgot that he was interviewed by the 95.5 BRU radio station girls that he called out during the show, acting as if he honestly didn't know them. It was pretty funny. (Which reminds me, I got my picture taken again by a radio station. It will probably not go up again. Gosh. And I also got free chapstick from the radio station girls.)
5) Robert was talking about how this was a postponed concert because of the snowstorm my area got hit with badly. (Power/School was out for over a week.) He explained how the band and he were also trapped in it with hardly any food or necessities. Then a lady from the crowd shouted at him about how the band could have stayed at her apartment because she had stocked up on a lot of things. And Robert just replied, "Oh, yeah," in a very uncomfortable way. He laughed it off, though. Spencer was saying how now that they were finally here, the band would want to travel all around the small Ocean State and go to Home Depot. Then someone shouted that they should go to Wal-Mart, and that there's a Wal-Mart open for twenty four hours very close by. The band laughed, and said they were going to play another song, and they did.
That was all really amazing. They ended with a very upbeat song, which made me want to cry so much.
I wanted to get a setlist, though, once they were leaving. One guy crawled on the stage and stole the setlist while the STUPID TEENAGER GIRLS GOT THE OTHER TWO SETLISTS. IT WASN'T FAIR. THEY COULD HAVE JUST SHARED ONE.
I bet it was payback for getting all of Robert. But you know what? I don't really care. I can get a fricken setlist the next time I see them. I'm not going to get upset because I GOT ROBERT IN MY FACE.
Anyways, Ali, the bassist, came out immediately after the setlists were taken, and my dad noticed him putting their equipment away. My dad called out to him and began talking a little bit, but Ali explained very nicely that he would get to us after he was done putting their things away. I didn't mind.
Robert came out and hopped right off the stage next to us only after ten minutes have passed by. I was stunned into the ground again. My jaw was literally touching the floor. I mean, how was I supposed to function properly after his crotch was in my face for nearly the entire show? How, I ask?
My dad began a conversation with him...
Dad: Oh hey, that was a great show, man!
Robert: Oh, thank you so, so much! It means a lot to me."
Mike: Yeah, that was amazing.
Robert: Thanks a lot, man!
AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, WITHOUT ANY CAUTION, ROBERT FRICKEN THREW HIS ARM AROUND MY SHOULDERS AND PULLED ME TO HIS SIDE. I AM NOT EXAGERRATING. I DID NOT KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON.
THOUGH APPARENTLY WE WERE GETTING OUR PICTURE TAKEN. WHAT.
My dad was taking the photo, and he's terrible with technology. So after five minutes of nothing even happening (so it appeared; my dad actually had taken three photos, but they were blurry), my older sister sounded frustrated and really mean to my dad as she took the camera and turned the flash on (though once we were in the car home, she explained she was trying to say it all jokingly. She did a bad job at that. I'm pretty sure Robert got freaked out by us then.) We finally got a good picture. [I'd like to explain how I was feeling during those seven minutes of being in Robert's arms, though..
1) I didn't want to be awkward and hold his nice leather-coated back (it was super nice to the touch, ooh), so every time I thought the picture was taken, or if I felt that I was holding him for quite too long, I took my hand off of his back and hovered it as if I were about to touch him. Maybe I just made it more awkward by doing that, I don't know. I mean, he was holding onto me the entire time, and Mike was holding onto Robert the entire time. Am I weird?
2) He was the comfiest man that I have ever felt. It felt like he was engulfing me in his warmth like a hug, except he only had one arm around me. It was strange but beautiful. If any of you guys see him roaming, ask for a hug and never let go.
3) THOSE STUPID GIRLS WERE WAITING TO BOTHER ROBERT, AND SO THEY WERE STARING AT US THE ENTIRE TIME WE WERE TRYING TO GET OUR PICTURE TAKEN. GOSH DANGGIT THOSE GIRLS.]
The conversation continues briefly after the photo was taken...
Dad: Oh hey, do you still have those posters?
Robert: Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure we do! You might have to go check with Spencer at the merch stand.
Dad: Yeah, cause I wanted to get all of you guy's autographs on it. But hey, don't you have vinyl?
Robert: Yes, we do!
Dad: Oh good, because I have the poster at home already, but instead of buying another one I'll just get the vinyl for you guys to sign.
Robert: Oh yeah, that sounds great! Yeah, just go check it over with Spencer.
We said are departings, and slowly walked over to the merch stand. When we eventually got to Spencer, who by the way is an absolutely charming man in every way possible, he greeted us so friendly...
Spencer: Hello, hello guys! How may I assist you this evening? What would you all like? I'm Spencer, by the way!
Dad: Oh hey, I'm Dave.
Spencer: Dave.
Mike: I'm Mike.
Spencer: Blake.
Mike: No, Mike.
Spencer: Blake.
Mike: Mike.
Spencer: You know what, I'll just call you Blake; you look like one, and it'll just make things easier for us.
My older sister: I'm Jordan.
Spencer: Jordan, I'm Spencer.
Me: I'm Haley.
Spencer: It's nice to meet you, I'm Spencer. Now, how may I help you all?
Dad: Well hey man, that was a great show!
Spencer: Oh, thank you so much!
Dad: But the guys left you here to sell the merch?
Spencer: *says a really meaning speech about how he chooses to sell the merch whenever he is able to because he loves meeting the fans*
All: *just agreeing with what he was saying in admiration*
Dad: So, we'll get a hoodie.
Spencer: Ah, a hoodie. Well you see, we only have one small left.
My older sister: Oh, that's perfect!
Spencer: Oh, really? That's fantastic! Anything else that I can get for you guys?
Dad: Haley, what do you want?
Me: Um... *taps chin*
Spencer: *begins waving his hands around the merchandise in a circular manner, looking mystical, all in a jokingly way*
Me: *laughs* Oh gosh, I don't know...
Dad: Well, we'll get the vinyl, anyways.
Spencer: Oh great!
Dad: Could you sign it for us?
Spencer: Oh yeah, sure! *he signs it*
Dad: And I'll get one for you too, Mike.
Mike: Aw, thanks man.
Spencer: *signs that, as well*
Dad: Should we get one for Jazz? Get one for the snob?
Spencer: The snob?
Dad: Yeah, our friend, Jazz. She keeps disappearing on us!
Mike: Yeah, let's get one for the snob, I guess.
Spencer: *signs the last vinyl*
Dad: Now what do you want, Haley?
Me: I guess I'll have... the bag?
Spencer: The bag?
Me: *nods*
Spencer: Good choice! You know, if I wasn't in A Silent Film, I'd definitely buy this tote bag and carry it around with me everywhere.
After this, he was just surprised that we were willing to spend eighty dollars on merchandise. He kept thanking us. My dad eventually had to sign for his card on a phone, in which he was having difficulties with, but Spencer complimented him saying he was actually doing pretty great. And then my dad messed up, and everyone started laughing.
We departed eventually, but then I brought up how we didn't get a photo with him, and so we waited in line again. Eventually when we told Spencer, he immediately jumped into action and we all got into the photo. Apparently some random nice lady that I saw earlier was given the camera, and she was really great about wanting us to get the best picture with him (apparently there was a glare from the lights, and she commented for us to move so that it wouldn't be there.) [Here are my feelings associated with the picture...
1) Spencer had a sweaty back. But it felt great.
2) He was comfy like Robert, but was lacking just a teeny bit. If anything, he was more muscle, considering he's a drummer, and Robert was squishy/soft because he's a singer. That's just how it works, everyone.
3) I didn't know I was flipping off the camera, but apparently I was because of the strange way I was holding my cardigan sweater and water bottle. Gosh danggit.
4) I had my first, real conversation with a musician. Usually I only say my name, and agree/laugh along with everything else, but no, I actually had a quick conversation with Spencer. He saw my Civil Twilight shirt (my older sister told me to wear it because she knew how much A Silent Film liked them, and I didn't already own an A Silent Film shirt for some odd reason).
Spencer: Oh hey, I love your shirt!
Me: Oh thanks! We actually saw Civil Twilight here.
Spencer: Oh really, when?
Me: Um, they were opening for Mutemath back in September.
And funny when I just said Mutemath, it was like he already knew. Just woah. But that was our conversation. I felt like had achieved something, which really, I did.
And then we departed again.
This time, and now with the vinyl, we were waiting to get with Robert. We eventually got to him, but only for the signature before he was beckoned over to a group photo with a big gang of A Silent Film fans and the rest of the band.
When that was over, Ali came wandering about and we went to him. He signed our vinyl and we asked for a picture. My dad was taking the photos again, but he kept shaking his hands while doing so, and there was also no flash. My older sister kept apologizing to Ali, but he said it was no problem. We eventually got a great picture. [Here is what happened with the picture...
1) "Aw, Ali, why aren't you reaching beyond my older sister to hold me?" So yeah, I was just off to the side, holding my stuff appropriately, thank goodness.
2) Ali: I'm sorry if I'm kind of sweaty.
My older sister: No, no it's fine, don't worry. I'm sweaty, too. (this could have potentially frightened him, but...)]
Lastly, we got to Karl, but the bartender was kicking us all out of the venue, so we only managed to get an autograph. Besides, he seemed pretty upset so we didn't want to bother him much.
My group and I left, but we stopped at the stairs to the porch thing because the Texans were out. We said our goodbyes, which made me really sad because it felt like I'd been friends with them for a long time, when in reality it was only six hours. The lead singer was still smiling greatly at us, and the lead guitarist made that strange but interested look at me again for the last time. The acoustic guitarist and I smiled big at one another, and I finally had some association with the cool drummer. When my dad, older sister, and I departed from Mike and Jazz and continued walking down past the tour vans, the bassist of the Texans said goodbye to us, which again, was another first association.
Then on our ride home, we got lost, and had to circle around, going past The MET again, but eventually found our way. You see, I knew something bad had to have had happened concerning traveling. Every concert journey has trouble.
Lastly, we got home.
1) I got changed into pajamas.
2) I took my make-up off.
3) I ate a double-chocolate muffin (which yes, I know was very unhealthy to eat especially at that time)
4) Passed out on my bed.
And here I am now (it was four in the morning when I finished this). It took me about five hours to type this, so please read it. I mean, I always type these sort of things out for myself because I don't want to forget, so. But yeah.
I apologize for how this turned out to be again. As I explained up above, I can't leave out any details or it would endlessly bother me. And honestly, I prefer details because you get the entire story and it's more magical that way!
I hope you guys enjoyed, if you did read this, and that you look into these bands. I'll post videos of some of the songs played in the Other Band's thread. And yeah, thanks!
Delta Machine is their newest album 
