I was a little intoxicated as I stumbled around the concert hall. It was a large, ill-lighted stadium, which felt somewhat out of place in the middle of an otherwise laid-back college town. Although I’m sure the alcohol and pills contributed, an additional mix of music, adrenaline and sleeplessness pounded on my brain.
I received two tickets to the Fall Out Boy concert as a gift, but at the last moment, the person I invited to go with me bailed. Intent on not going alone, I drove to my parents’ house, in the middle of the night, to kidnap my little brother. He had school that afternoon, but I had bigger plans for us.
We walked around the campus before the show started, ate in the mess hall, and binged on free drinks from a nearby luxurious hotel. I even sneaked backstage, around the buses, to look for the band. I didn’t find them, but I did grab some papers from the walls, pictured above.
The bands were incredible.
The sounds and light effects seemed to last forever, and at times, the lead singers of both Panic! at the Disco and Fall Out Boy performed onstage together.
Afterwards I tried to go backstage again, but security was tighter, and although I managed to talk us both through the main gate, a couple minutes later we were asked to leave.
So we did, and god damn if it wasn’t in traditional rockstar style. My mind was distorted chaos at that point, but I still made the irresponsible decision to drive us home. I didn’t make it far, though; we got lost, crashed into a street light, and fell asleep in a gas station parking lot.