My first concert was supposed to be Ariana Grande. As we all know, that did not happen. This past weekend was Energy Air. After much awaiting, much huffing and puffing, a big group of about 20 of us got the oh-so-sought-after free tickets. Why can't people just buy a ticket? So free ticket finally in my possession, I took a train, a bus, walked a hundred miles... No kidding! And there I was, in the Stade de Suisse, nothing less.
How can I say... The start of the concert was... boring. Yeah, I know, I should not say that! We hung around, waited and waited, ate something, drank something, ate some more... and finally it started.
We would have liked the rain to hold off but no... It lashed for most of the night. One of my friend fainted and was taken away by the Samaritans, and taken to hospital, so that dampened our mood for a bit. Finally, the news came that she was ok, and we all felt better and enjoyed the rest of the evening. We all liked the DJs better than the bands. There were surprises, that was good.
We escaped before the end, the noise, the crowds, the heat, the rain got the best of us and we split after Pegasus did his bit on stage. It was a cool night, I enjoyed it.
So, that was my first concert.
I am writing this post today, for the future me, so that he does not have to think hard about who we were a long time ago. How we wrote, our vocabulary, our mistakes and so on.
I'll start this off by saying; I want the person who is reading this to be the person that I hope I will become.
I want this person to be thoughtful, well educated, kind and not to change to the dark side or something like that. This person should be mature, but still be me. I want to be able to find myself in the future person I will become.
I will do everything in my power to become the person I want to be, and if I need support I can read this post again.
I never want to give up! Not even on causes that other people think will not work. If it's something good, for the world, for people, for the animals, then, it will always be worth looking into. I know, that future me will have a lot of things on his mind, but, I really hope and think that he will still have time for the little things. Such as picking something up for people who dropped it, or just generally, helping others.
I need to know that I will be a good person. A part of me does already know that I will be though, because it is my choice, so I have the power to create it.
What seems like a very long time ago I had an audition. When I heard that I had to sing for this audition, I was so nervous I was actually thinking of not going. I could literally hear my mind working out possible excuses, or fleeing options.
But then, a very wise woman told me, that this will all end. Everything that I am feeling now will end. One day I'll look back at this and wonder why I was so nervous.
And she was right. I went, chin up, ready for the audition. When it was time for me to sing, I played the music and waited for my cue. When I started singing, it felt like I was watching myself from another angle in the room. I felt far away.
When I finished singing, as the wise woman had told me, I realized, well... It was all over. All the feelings of anxiety were gone. Let's say they... puffed away.
A couple of days later, I got an Email saying I had been chosen to play the role of Sunny in Daddy Cool! I was so happy! But then I realized that I would have to sing in front of a lot more people than just three people at the audition. The anxiety crawled back.
When we had the first rehearsals I was nervous, but it was like the audition and everything went well. The rehearsals passed and along came my first show!
When it was over everything was O.K. After performing in the show for a little more than 20 times, I started to notice my comfort zone growing outward.
Time passed, and now Daddy Cool just had its Derniere, which was great by the way, and now, it's all definitely over. This is something never to forget: all things end. Wow that just sounded so depressive!
No, seriously, just remember, all things end eventually and YOLO, there is no point in letting feelings of anxiety take away the possibility of a fantastic experience.
Let me end with this:
"Dear Daddy Cool, you were a great big part of the past few months and I am glad I was there!"
And also something just for you, my readers: "Thanks for stopping by, guys!"
Sincerely, (alright, now that's way too formal)