Minutes To Nine And I'm Smelling Toxic

I had the absolute privilege of attending Linkin Park's concert this time around.
I missed it 3 years ago. Lack of funds,lack of interest.
Happy that there will always be people like Tricia and Bey Yan and her bigboy Desmond to go with.
To feel the total atmosphere and emotions of live rock concerts,I was adamant,damn adamant that I would buy the absolute Business Class of concerts,the freestanding,150bucks worth of moshing and shoving.

The queueing was tough,I was playing cards with sweat all over me at 3pm.

Toxicity overcame me when I was in the mosh,there were unique people with unique odour transmitting unique universal nonsense.
I was pretty annoyed.
If it wasn't "unique" enough,this goth Pumpkin lady infront of me was reeking of sweat and lime(due to queueing I guess) and I silently prayed for 150bucks of Shokubutsu,Dettol,Johnson and Johnson's,Palmolive,Dove and Antibiotics instead.
It was not till 9pm that the concert kicked off.

Pretty cool opening. Typical. But cool.
Stage covered by a semi-transparent silver cloth.
Lights hit the stage.
Shadows of the guys emerge.
Brad Delson started the riff and the cloth came down and bang,the jamming starts.

...And so does my fornication with Miss Pumpkin.
The bloody fucking crowd pushed us all the way to the front.
And I gelled with Miss Pumpkin into one full circle of luminous odour.
I could feel tears welling up. Vomit,rather than emotions,overcame me. Literally.

Not to be demoralised as it was supposed to be a happy event,the crowd cheered to the thumping basslines of Wake and me and Tricia were out of our elements.
The pushing and shoving sometimes were too hard to take,people were fainting and Tricia was really like a beef patty,squeezed between a chinaman and a I don't know who. So was I.
If it was a girl with bigger boobs,that girl would have fainted too. Thankfully,No.
Yea,you get the gist.

The chinamen(2 of them) were singing so bloody forfucksake damn loudly in a chinese slang that it totally overtook Chester's voice and Chester now sounds like Guo Liang.
Imagine,and yes,life sucks.

Not to be outdone,the chinamen waved their hands up high,and just like spontaneous waves of nuclear radiation,the smell was horrendous from the depths of their dark and infinite pits.
Not to be outdone somemore,the Caves of Pure Evil a.k.a Mouth under their noses were emitting deep forces of Pure Evil,possessing anybody within distance into a nauseous trance and epileptic fits.
Help. Me. And Tricia.

Ah,what the hell,so me and Tricia maneuvere to the right. Yea. That's better. Fresh Air,got space,we're ready to roll.
I have to say I was enchanted,me & Tricia were jumping like lunatics,although occasionally stopping to look at people who fainted.

The singles were almost all belted out. The songs were arranged in the order of newest album to the oldest.
Of course,my favourite LP track of all time,Crawling,sent me into multi-layered raptures.
Then of course there was the ever-popular hits like Numb,One Step Closer and In The End.
Of course,newer hits like In Pieces & Bleed It Out were sung with great efficiency and renewed my interest in Minutes To Midnight again.

Mike was superb,with his multi-instruments and Chester,of course,with his screaming and pitches,makes him a hotshot among nu-metal vocalists.
The rest were good too,Brad's hair was fluffy and Mr Hahn is fat. I'm serious,like,what happen to him man.

Anyways,to top it off,it was worth every single penny and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

And thank you Tricia for being such a wonderful company and good sport.
It's cool that you knew the lyrics to the songs too.
It was damn fun with you around.
So gorgeous of you that night. For that night only. To repay the sentiments.

Ahh,concerts are really a thrill to behold.
Now,when I listen to Linkin Park,it brings back the euphoria of the concert that night.
That's what the wonderful world of music can bring to you that other things can't.