Story Of My Life (Book Three in the Peterick Mpreg Series)

Author's Note

Well

Despite the claustrophobia, overheating, full blown panic attack, my friend going down, as in she fainted, me trying to push past a shitload of people to get out, me still freaking out, me gagging about three times and almost throwing up, me finally getting to a guy that was nice enough to take my hand and push past everyone to get me out of there, me blanking out, but not fainting, and not remembering half of what happened...

The concert was horrible.

Fall Out Boy was good... From what I remember. I seriously only remember four songs, and I only remember one of the four because I recorded it... That's how much of what happened to me affected me.

I was shaking so, so bad it's ridiculous. Like when I finally got back to my sister (she left the crowd before FOB even came out and I should have gone with her), I was shaking so bad, like I said, and she got me water. So, when I lifted up the cup to drink it, water was spilling everywhere from how badly I was shaking. That's how terrible this was. I could barely walk and I was dizzier than hell, and I still am actually and it's a day after the concert.

I really hope New Politics in February isn't this bad..

All of us were actually about the fourth row from the barricade, which was pretty cool, but about halfway through Chris Wallace's set, that's when the pushing and shoving from behind started. I could barely breathe and we were packed in like sardines. Like honestly, what is the pushing and shoving going to accomplish? All it does is make people freak out and pass out, kind of like I almost did. If things stayed the way they should have, then I'd have been about ten feet from the stage and probably would have been able to touch Pete, but I had to get the hell out of there. I couldn't take it anymore. I seriously owe my life (I know, a little dramatic probably, but that's how freaked out I was) to that guy that got me out of the crowd. Even before I got to that guy, some other people tried to lift me over the barricade, but they couldn't. That's how packed in we were. They couldn't get me or a few other people over. I don't even know what happened to our friend, but from what I heard, a spotlight was shining down on her so the security people could get her out. I also thank the guy that held onto her while she passed out so she wouldn't fall to the ground and get trampled!

I was just glad that there were those few nice people in the crowd.

And don't get me wrong, I'm glad I went and finally saw my heroes, but I just wish that people weren't such assholes and that I actually could have enjoyed myself and spent my time listening to them, not trying to calm myself down and almost pass out... No thanks.

Oh, the highlight of my night was when my sister, our friend, and I got there, who walks off one of the tour busses? Fucking Joe Trohman. We should have gone up to him and said hi, but we didn't and I regret that terribly.

Oh, I also got to see Patrick's winter beard.