On Friday, December 12th, I went to one of my favorite shows of all time. It was my 10th (and favorite) Fall Out Boy show.
10+ hour wait. Check.
Temperatures that should not be waited in. Check. (Hey, 40 degrees in Florida is NOT fun, okay?)
Dumb people in line. Check.
Anxiety. Check.
Excitement. Double Check.
The day started at 5:30, continued with a 2 hour drive, naps on the ground, a P. Stumph lookalike, awesome noon deadlines, cutting stupid people in line, being cut by stupid people not in line, and still basically landing where we have always landed. In retrospect, the day was perfect.
I'm not the hugest fan of We The Kings, but I am the hugest fan of red heads. I liked them (red heads) before Travis made you realize his was great. Try me. They do play a good live set though, and I got that clapping part down finally so that was fun. Their set was short which was very helpful.
The Academy Is... for the 9th time was great. I was surprised at the long set they played which even included 'Rumored Nights' and 'Everything We Had' which I was definitely not expecting. I love it when Beckett drops the mic stand in his little choreographed microphone spins. I had my Bears scarf with me (thanks times a million to Katie for that), and it took almost the whole set for him to realize I had it although Carden was eying it the whole time. That or he just looked down at me a lot, very crazy-like. When Bill did see it though, I think he got too excited and tried to take it from me...or he just likes reaching out a lot. Then of course he had to mention the previous night's game. You're welcome for the reminder.
The stupid announcements in between bands made me more anxious than I already was. The club music hardly helped since the transition in between songs was awful. When the lights finally went down I could hardly control myself.
Seeing them on that stage was surreal. All week I couldn't believe I was going to that show and here I was finally seeing it unveil before my eyes. The opening song was Thnks, which I have to say is quite strange, but completely epic. The crowd was really loud and I liked that very much. Thriller was next and Amber and I got a bit emotional there. That second verse always hits my heart in a special spot; I absolutely love it.
The set was getting better and better, the crowd was awesome, and I was containing all of my emotions. That is of course until about halfway through it.
"Hey, you!"
I stare. I know this is not me he's talking to.
"Not you, YOU"
At this point, I figured it wasn't me. The only bands that call me out from the stage are ones that I hardly even know. He wasn't talking to me.
"Yeah, you with the Bears scarf thing."
He was talking to ME.
Now, let's get this straight. I am not a fan girl of his, I don't have his face plastered on my wall, and I have never considered him my "favorite." But I definitely respect this man more than some of my close friends. 100%.
"What's your biggest problem in life?"
So I stare, wide-eyed, mouth open, freaking stare at Pete Wentz. What am I supposed to say? All I can think about in those 5 seconds was "I need to say something." Amber then saves my life (THANK YOU SO MUCH) and tells me, "Say money, say money, money."
"Money." I spoke the words hardly loud enough for the security guard in front of me to hear it, but he heard it 10 feet above me.
"Money? No, no. Alright, all you gotta say to that is I DONT CARE."
Then he went off and asked another person the same question. I don't remember what else happened. All I felt was emotions of relief, like I had just spilled a huge secret to everyone in House of Blues. In a way, I did, but no one knows that. And once that song started playing I cried my little eyes out. Before seeing it live, I just really liked that song and hardly realized what it meant. In that 10 second conversation I realized that song meant more than any of their songs had ever meant to me.
To top off the entire evening they played 'Chicago Is So Two Years Ago.' I cannot hear that song without crying and knowing how true it is. I know it's a song they normally only play at home, but I appreciate it every time I get to hear it away from there. Losing my voice singing along to it is worth it every single time.
Saturday is always so bittersweet. I love hearing it, but I hate knowing the end of the night is about 4 minutes away. I didn't catch anything, there was no confetti, and Pete didn't stand on our side of the barricade, but this was my favorite Fall Out Boy show. This made me fall in love with them 10 times more than I already was. The night was more than memorable.
After the show we pushed into a mob of girls to meet Travis, succeeded, sat in the cold for a good hour, Amber and Vik saw a shooting star, and then we talked to D. Blaise from This Providence. (Cue this song, hah.) We saw the bus leave, so that was the end of waiting. I guess I was disappointed, but at least we didn't give up and leave before knowing they had left too.
To conclude, Fall Out Boy is my favorite, and I not a thing can change that.
diehard.
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