I don't have any good stories about the time I personally met the artists because I didn't meet them at all. I'm not even a fan, but I came because my sister was obsessed about it - and we got both tickets for the price of one. So, on the evening of 12th June, the 114th Independence Day of the Philippines, I found myself freely and independently fist-pumping to sounds that had not, before thus, penetrated my ears.
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| In the car, fingertips away from the Skydome. |
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| Feeling artista, ampotek! |
Our gold tickets got us as far as the mosh pit that was further away from the stage (there were two; a steel barricade divided us from the VIP's). But, as the night progressed, we were conveniently told that we would be allowed to enter the VIP pit! Sulit na sulit!
I didn't take many pictures (pardon the crap quality) lest I would have failed to remember why I was there in the first place, which was to watch the actual show. I just don't know about those girls in the front row who insensitively provided us with a "TV" every time they brought out their camera phones to record every freaking number.
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| Maika Maile wearing a bra that a fan threw onstage. |
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| William Beckett receives a gift from a fan. |
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| We had a taste of what it took to be front row when the concert was over. |
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| Our actual distance from the stage. Sad face. |
Perhaps, I'm just appreciative. No word can do the thought much justice. I wish it had been a full house. I would have been proud of that. I'd love to tell you more about it, but I am still in love with last night. Ergo, it's hard for me to say anything of value.
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