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NOT QUITE ON THE BANDWAGON BUT ENJOYING THE RIDE.
mood: 
xoxo
xoxomusic: Take a wild guess...
It's been a while since I've been to a big rock concert (by our standards). There hasn't been anyone out there I was really interested in seeing perform but I clamored to watch FOB because, well, when the hell will I ever get the chance again? A few guitar chords into their opening song (Thriller) I finally knew why. I missed the high energy, the throbbing bang of bass and drum taking over your heartbeat, the shouting of words that aren't your own but sure as hell could be.
That night, I was just a face in the crowd,a speck in a multi-city transcontinental tour but I didn't mind. On my feet, fist raised, singing myself hoarse, and openly ogling Pete,Patrick, Andy and Joe, I felt alive. Sometimes, boys thrumming on rhythym, bass and drum with the volume turned way up is all I need to remind myself that life can have its perfect little happy moments.
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The entrance: Build Me Up Buttercup, the high fives and Thriller.
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OK, so now you get the idea that I'm mostly doing this post for myself. Yeah, I'm totally geeking out over FOB playing in Manila (My LJ, my rules)
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Ten years after, if LJ is still around, I'm sure I'll laugh at how fangirly I sound in this post. And I will still shake my head and think that kids going with their parents to a rock concert where the bassist will pretty much curse after every 3rd word will always spell disaster.