Literally the best day of my life. I had waited 3 years to see MCR and this was my chance. I knew when they came out with the new record they were going to go on tour and when I found out they were coming to the House of Blues in Boston, I freaked. This was my chance to see the men that have changed my life.
I knew I wanted my dad to go with me. He was the only one that could kind of grasp how much they’ve helped me. By the time I went to the House of Blues website, the tickets were sold out. I was devestated. I searched every ticket website and finally landed on stubhub.com. The cheapest tickets they had were $126 each. And in my head I heard somthing I once read about MCR; “for the kids that saved up all their allowence money, babysat, and mowed lawns, just to go see their show and sing every word.” And I did. I worked my ass off picking up extra hours at work anywhere I could, sometimes working almost 3 shifts a day. I even babysat my lanlords pain in the ass dog for a week. And i bought my tickets, and they came in the mail, and I waited for the day to come.
May 5th was the first time I had skipped school. My dad picked me up at 10 in the morning and we had drove to Riverside all the while listning to every MCR album on repeat. There was a Red Sox game that day so we decided it was best to take the Green Line into Boston. We got there at 1pm and fans were already lined up. We were pretty close to the door, there were maybe only 30 people in front of us. And we waited. For 5 and a half hours we waited in the hot sun and pouring rain, and even got pelted with opened waterbottles from angry Red Sox fans. By 7 pm I was exsausted, I was tired, my feet and back hurt and I’m pretty sure my dad felt the same way. But the energy that had been slowly dwindling for the last half hour came rushing back when the doors opened.
Our tickets were on the first level mezzanine and when we walked in, there was no one there. I ran to a spot closest to the stage in the front and I didnt move. I met some amazing people and I have never felt more comfortable in my own skin. Being there, surronded by people that had the same love for this band, made me happier than I had ever felt before. We all understood eachother. Like my dad said “watching you talk to these kids, it’s like you’ve known them for years.” In reality, none of us knew each other, but in a way, we did. We are an army, and no one can take that away from us.
The energy in the room during The Architects and Thursday’s sets was amazing. But it was nothing compared to the waiting after they were done. Everytime a set peice was brought out, the energy got pushed. First, Ray’s amps, then Frank’s and Mikey’s, the Good Luck helmet, The Fun Gouhl mask, Mike’s base drum. And finaly what caught my eye, and the girl next to me, if you looked very closely, you could make out a picture of Bandit taped to the edge of the drum platform. Seeing that made my adoration grow even more. And then everything went dark. Ray came out, followed by Gerard, Mikey, and Frank. And I lost myself, It was without a doubt the best concert I have ever been to. Even though it was my first one, I seriously don’t think anything can top that.
When it was over, I haden’t had anything to eat or drink for 14 hours and had been on me feet for over 10. But I felt amazing. It was the happiest I’ve felt in my entire life. And my dad agreees, it was the best concert he’d ever seen. All the times in highschool when I felt alone, all the times I felt haunted by my past I have not dwelled on since that day, thanks to them.