The Concert

It was awesome. (Of course it was, it was Dimmu!)

I skipped the first group, arrived on Amon Amarth playing, fought my way into the room and listened in. At the last song I messaged my friend that I actually arrived, and then we met up.
Her male friend I haven't seen for a while now, I believe I saw him last on the last Dimmu concert, when he was with that horrible friend of his.

(Long story short: I couldn't ditch that guy. I said I was going to the little girls' room, and he came with me and stood in front of the bloody door so he won't loose me. I was quite distraught, because I wanted to catch a nice, long haired guy at the concert, and the loser always clambered around me... and fought off the guys who as much as touched me during the concert. And you know how it is in a death metal concert... Still, it was kinda funny seeing the other people look at him funny when he wanted to fight back.)

So, Kriszta's friend did not bring his horrible little friend, thank the heavens. (Any heaven, your pick. I do have my own ideas too, so don't worry.) Still, we all powdered our noses, drank some stuff: beer and cola. (I had the cola, thanks to the usual medication I take. I can't drink much alcohol.) And then we went back into the concert room.

It wasn't too empty. We had to fight our way in, and as soon as it started we fought further along still. Seen as I'm 160 cm tall with high heels or a stool to stand on, it was quite difficult for me to see. Luckily people were fairly short and we were close enough to the stage so I could see most of the time. And it was awesome.

And they played Spellbound too. I was so happy.

Anyway, we were fairly close to the stage, so sometimes a push came and took me nearly off my feet - which isn't so easy. However, people seemed more grown up and shouted down the idiot who started the whole thing - most of the time.
We weren't so lucky tho, there was a total idiot behind us who screamed every word they sang and seemed like he had his own little kung-fu show going on. I put out my elbow, because I was bored of him pushing up against me a few times. (I'm allergic to idiots, they make my skin crawl.) I was lucky for a while, because the people and lines moved, so Kriszta got this blazing idiot behind her, and I got my personal ventilating system in the body of a huge guy with a leather jacket, long brown hair and a red beard. (He was hot too.) I bet his neck hurts more than mine does. I was hot anyway, so the cool air was very welcome. Just not the hair whipping in my face a few times, but he was hot, so he's much pardoned.

I wonder if he's up for takeout in the summer. ^^

Anyway, a few songs before the end came another blazing idiot, who stood behind me, and while Kriszta did her own personal kick-and-hurt thing to drive the other idiot away, this one was making me want to pull his backbone out and whip him with it. Sadly, the elbow trick does not work so much anymore. He is still alive, and prolly had a few blue and purple spots on his body. He did not budge, tho. (By the way, the bloody idiot grabbed my ass! The only thing that saved his life was that I was dragged away by Kriszta, and I wanted to get my coat before the rush. Otherwise he'd be singing in soprano.)

Still, I enjoyed the concert very much. However, I had reason to mourn too. Mustis (synth) turned into some goth-pimp by the looks of him. He looked like Lurch with long hair and in some medieval-pimp clothes. I bet all the goth girls fell for him. He made me retch. And I liked him best.

He still has that pretty hand of his, tho. I mean you've never seen a big hand if you've never met him. He has a huge hand. And I really mean huge. Long fingers, long and big hand. It's not apparent until he starts hitting some keys absent-mindedly, and his hands show. It made me think of Lasher the first time I saw it.

Still, now he looks like some poster boy for a goth girl magazine. Eeeks. I thought they were a death (ok, melodic) metal band. I hope he hits his head again, because this is just... disgusting.

And still, the concert was great. Great sound, lotsa pretty guys, fun to listen, horrible coke, too much smoke. I had to use my inhaler when I came home. I also used up my quota of the day before the concert, because I didn't want to faint in the middle. Wish they would ban smoking inside the building. Come to think of it, they should have. (Maybe I should write a nice letter...)

Oh, and my neck hurts less today. Course it's not much better, but It will. Slowly. Ouch.

Oh, totally forgot. At the end when I got my coat back some guys started pushing me... I pushed back. At least two guys flew backwards. Hehe. I am sooooo strong. ^^