Hell.
If it is a word to describe everything that happened with MCR during their 2 days stay here on Chile, Southamerica, MY HOME, it would be that: Hell.
They arrived chilean lands on Sat 23rd around 4pm. and the airport became mayhem. Girls running, MCR escaping, Gerard Way being tackled to the ground by 3 raged teenies, Mikey laughing his ass off *chuckles*... Oh, well... at least Gerard will remember my country!
Pic of Mikey at the airport
After that they went to their hotel, where another hundred teenies made guard outside, screaming and singing trying to get a glimpse of them. Unfortunately, they didn't even show a fucking hair! Rumor had it that half away they switched hotels due to the annoyingness of the girls outside, but no one ever confirmed it.
Anyways. The show: Feb 24th, 9 pm. Arena Santiago.
My show.
After traveling a 4 hours ride on saturday, on sunday I got up 8.30 am and took a train to said location, arriving around 11.30 am with nothing in my stomach besides a cup of chocolated milk. Doors opened at 6pm, so since my arriving all I did was getting sunburned (right now I look like a tomato) I was tired and dehydrated, but I was happy.
A few hours before the door opening, security said no cameras were allowed, so I hid mine in my socks! =D There's no way I was getting inside that venue without my camera!
Finally at 6pm, they let us in. We were glad to get out of the sun at first, but Inside the venue the scene was even worse. This wasn't a human sea, it was a teenie tsunami!! I ran my skinny legs off, settling on the Frank/Mikey side of the sage, fairly close. But there's no way I could maintain myself there. I was pushed, pulled, scratched, elbowed, hit, hair pulled, feet crushed. We were all sweaty, tired, thirsty and hungry. And we still had 3 more hours ahead of us for the show to start. Security right beside the stage was all over us, throwing water with a fucking bucket, bottles and pretty much everything they had in hand. Girls started to fall like flies, the ones on the first row were crushed against the barrier, causing them to be removed from there, nearly 15 other ones fainted before the show even started. We had no air and everyone was pushing everyone. Me? I'm kinda lucky, cause I'm taller than the average height around here, which provided me fresh air and though I was dripping wet, sweating my ass off, my newly burnt arms all scratched I was still happy.
In our eternal wait, rumor was that Frankie, after leaving on friday, was already back for this show, which did the waiting even longer. (And a group of 5 girls right behind me was wetting themselves on the thought)
At 9pm lights went out and MCR stepped on stage, kicking right away with "This is how I disappeared". No Frankie though, Matt Cortez was playing.
That's when hell broke loose.
By that point, I was right in the middle of the so-called moshpit and the whole section just fell to the ground. We must have been at least 150 girls falling on top of eachother. I was again crushed, hit, elbowed and nearly died under the weight of 3 other girls. There was no point in trying to get up, cause you'd fall right back and for the rest of the song we fought our way out of there. Since we were right in the middle, security couldn't do that much for us: we were out of range, but they finally did and nearly half of the girls there had to be taken out, including me.
With the disaster on the mosh pit, Gerard finished the song and stopped the show, telling people to help eachother to get up and remain up. Half of the audience didn't get a word, so he told Mikey to lay on the floor and showed everyone how to pull them up.
You can see that on this video I took right after I came out of the war zone
Even feeling like shit, I decided I wasn't missing this out, so I ran to the side of the stage and made my way back in, this time staying where I had intended to in the first place. (I'll show you videos of how close I was).
Show kept going with no more issues, at least where I was now. Mikey came a lot of times to play where I was.
As you can see here, this is how close I was.
Gerard addressed to us in bad spanish, calling us "Brothers and Sisters" and "Motherfuckers" as his usual style. He made us sing all the intro to "Welcome to the black parade" danced and mover all over the stage.
Mikey talked on stage too.
and I nearly died!! He's so fucking beautiful.
They played most of TBP cd, except Disenchanted (which made me sad). A few songs of Revenge (including my all time favorite and the one song I taped in its entirety, Cemetery Drive, but no Ghost of You), a few of Bullets and all the fucking b-sides!!! Heaven Help us, Kill All Your Friends, My Way Home Is Through You (too big to upload) and Desert Song. Half of the venue was crying when this song started.
Gerard and Ray played Cancer and Desert Song acoustically, it was the best moment ever.
Gerard also presented Matt Cortez, as usual
I had taken my purple tiara to the show. At first I intended to give it to Frankie, but since he wasn't there, I was aiming for Mikey. The thing is it took me forever to get it out of my bag and I didn't really think I'd reach the stage if I threw it. Right before the whole band came on stage for the last part, and as Gerard was walking out, I panicked and threw the fucking thing on stage. Guess what? I hit Gerard with it!!! He was like O_o *blink*
=D
The last song of the show was Helena and after 1.30 of show, they walked off stage waving and smiling and throwing bottles of water to us.
I shouted, yelled, screamed and cried. (you can actually hear me in the videos)
I was hit, pushed, crushed, scratched, elbowed... got out of there hungry, dehydrated, sun burnt, hurting from hair to toe, dripping wet and sweaty as fuck. I could barely walk after being all day standing up and then the concert. (my feet are still killing me) My hair was a mess and I can't even talk...
And I think I've never felt so fucking great in my whole life.
It must have been a fucking hell, but it was all TOTALLY worth it.
I could have died the minute the concert was over and I can't think of a more pleasurable and happy way to die.
It must have been hell, but for 1.30 hours I was in fucking heaven.
THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH MCR!!!!
FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY LITTLE BLACK NONEXISTENT HEART!!!!
*cries while writing this*
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