My Gig Misfortunes

Hello everyone!

This Saturday will be my sixth gig. Wow. Big deal, right?

Yeah. It is, because my seventh gig will be twentyone pilots and honestly i have never been so excited for a long while. 

So, you're probably wondering what this post is all about (in case the title didn't give you any clues heh heh). Well, I've been anticipating this concert since the day the tickets were purchased for myself and Tom. Why, I hear you ask? Well, because it will be my first time on a front row and that's quite scary for someone with anxiety, and with my past concert history of events. 

With that, every other night I have been reflecting on my cringe-worthy and hilarious  moments that make gigs, for me, most memorable. Although I look back on these moments laughing at how clumsy and silly I must have been, it also makes me want to go to more concerts to sort of repeat history so I can laugh at myself some more. And with that, I will stop rambling on and give you a brief history of why I have been most unfortunate, in a comical way, at gigs and things. ENJOY!

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All Time Low

During my fourteenth year of existence, I lost my concert virginity and went to see All Time Low with a small group of friends. Although I despise the band now, I was really fond of them then and for about two years following that. 

Cutting to the chase, why was this night full of embarrassing moments for me? Here's my list!

1. I was wearing a Topshop attire. Silk top, smart leggings, a brown handbag and a brown leather jacket with a fluffy collar. I looked like I should have been on the high street than at a pop punk concert!

2. I was dragged into a circle pit (you will find this as a very consistent theme soon) during the support act and I didn't understand the concept of them so was running around absolutely petrified with a group of butch teenagers dressed in proper pop-punk attire. Picture girls and boys wearing the 'Lol You Stole my dinosaur' kind of t-shirt with green and black hair, then me in my previously mentioned outfit. Whilst my best friend was in hysterics laughing at me.What a scene!

3. On my way out of this sweaty, rough version of the hokey cokey I tripped over a lesbian couple who were sat on the floor kissing. I felt so sorry for them because that can't have been comfortable.

4. Despite being fond of them, I didn't know the words to many of their songs. I looked like a potato whilst everyone else was happily and merrily singing along. 

Example

I've been to see Example twice now and honestly he is one of my favourite artists to see live. His stage presence is amazing and he really gets the crowd going. The first time I went to see him I was fine-ish, except I almost got my hair set on fire by some dude behind me when people were asked to put their lighters up. 

But the second time? Well, that's a different story. Myself, Rachel, Jess and her friend Emily went all together at Capital FM Arena in Nottingham so we were all dead excited because it's quite a big venue. But we somehow got separated. Oops.

On the way in we had to get these wristband things just in case we wanted to go out, not that we could get out because the crowd was huge. This guy who put mine on literally took five minutes to do it, kept looking up at me as I looked away trying to avoid eye contact, and, I'm not even joking, he eventually said 'so, you like music huh?'. I'm sure he was just trying to be nice but my goodness it was awkward.

Rachel and I were three rows away from the front and this group of blokes in front of us started snorting something off their hands. Rachel is not my most subtle of friends, so she pointed and exclaimed 'Oh my god Liv people are doing drugs!'. Luckily they didn't really care, or hear, for that matter so continued with their highly inappropriate business.

Then the fun and malarky began as yes, there was another circle pit and a bit of a mosh where I accidentally got hit in the face by the MDMA crew. Quite hard. 

Ellie Goulding

This was a fairly alright concert for me, given my previous track record. And there was no circle pit, hurrah! Well, it is Ellie Goulding so there can't really be a circle pit to her music.

I went with Emily, an old school friend, about three years ago in my first year of college. Two of her school friends came and they were both the issue I think. Emily and I still laugh about what I'm about to tell you to this day. 

As soon as Ellie walked on, our friend, I will call him Gregory, started shouting and complaining about how skimpy her outfit was and everyone around us looked at Emily and me and we both went bright red. This continued through the whole night.

Then the other friend, who we shall call Sam, began to grind behind me for three songs in a row which was most uncomfortable and I really started to panic. But I look back and laugh now, as Emily did throughout the entire event. Got to love her!

Asking Alexandria

This was my second 'date' or 'meet up' with Tom so I was really nervous. Meaning, I did a list of stupid things. So, two years ago at Rock City, Nottingham...

We were just standing in the room listening to the support act just talking. I knew the names of the support acts but not any of their songs. Tom started to really like the first support group so obviously I had to attempt and make myself look dead knowledgeable and all that. He asked who they were and I was all swishing my hair and everything (I wasn't really swishing my hair, my legs were shaking I was so nervous) and said 'Oh I'm pretty sure it's GHOSTS'. The last song came on, Tom tried to shazam it and there were no results. First clue to me being totally wrong. 

Then I just heard this voice going 'Thank you everybody that was Secrets'. I was mortified.

But, the next support act was GHOSTS and here we come to another circle pit. The band asked for people to start one and I could see it brewing so I asked Tom if we could move due to past experiences. He moved perfectly on time because he's assertive and had his shit together then boom I was falling against this wall almost on the floor not knowing whether to run or stay and wait for someone to pull/push me out (which usually happens because people are actually nice at concerts). Tom pulled me out and I'm forever grateful because I was minutes away from having a massive panic attack and that wouldn't have been a good thing.

We went out at some point because there were quite a lot of support acts and we sort of got fed up because they all sounded the same and we were just getting pushed and shoved. Yeah it's a concert but for four bands in a row it gets tiring. It was close to Asking's turn so we started to go in. I wasn't even running or anything yet still managed to fall up the stairs. I asked Tom if anyone saw but he reassured me no one had. A week later he revealed everyone saw and laughed.

Some good (excellent) things came out of it though. We had a first kiss and sang really badly to some crappy pop songs on the way home. Asking Alexandria were really good to watch as well, so was Peppa Pig as soon as we got home. 

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There you have it. My misfortune at gigs and concerts put as bluntly but accurately as possible. I hope you all enjoyed laughing at/with me. Until next time, m'loves!

Grace x

P.S My travel log will be one of my next posts after I tell you about twentyone pilots and edit all my photos so please bare with as everything is so busy at the moment. Lots of love and thanks for your patience!