This morning I went to a cafeteria nearby my job and decided to order a turkey sandwich for breakfast. The sandwich literally took 20 minutes to get done. When I ask the cook why it took so long he told me the following:
"You see, we had no Turkey. So we had to use a time machine to go down to the times of the pilgrims and steal the Turkey of thanksgiving so we could bring it here and make your sandwich".
And in that moment I swear, I transported myself to an alternate universe.
On January 16th something happened
that will forever mark my life. You see, in life there are some orders in which
some certain events should happen. But sometimes there are exceptions, and
these exceptions can be far from enlightening. This past January 16th was
on a Wednesday. Some of you may probably see it as the middle day, the day that
you are either too busy to think of your life or the day your anxiety from
wanting it to be Friday already starts to arise. But for me, Wednesdays an epilogue
of the worse day ever; because it will forever be the reminder that on a
Wednesday I lost something that would forever leave me with a hole of some sort
in my soul.
For my amusement, I have decided to move on with my life as
if nothing ever happened. But on every Wednesday something happens that
reminds me of the past, the so close yet so far past that would’ve never
had the opportunity to be altered even if I could have had the chance, because you can't cheat death. Those reminders come in different ways, mostly in dreams. Except today, today it has happened in every single possible
way. Dreaming of being back home, eating something that would remind me even
more (I called it a ratatouille moment), or songs playing automatically along with remnants of the past, the past, and the simply past. I tried
distracting myself but I felt incontrollable, therefore, inconsolable.
And then, that’s when I realized that I could not let the
past haunt me and that I should let it be my companion. For what the past
wanted to show me wasn’t the agony, rather than that, it was the good life of
somebody that once loved me very much and still does from wherever she now is.
The first time I got to see Nightwish live after ten long years of being a fan.
I got to the amphitheatre extremely early so I was officially the second person to arrive there (the first one to arrive was a guy from the states that flew overseas just to come to the concert). Meanwhile, I decided to wander around and met few peeps from the production crew who let me stay around while they were preparing the stage and whatnot. During that time I stumbled upon Ewo and we talked for a few seconds, it was really rad. Few minutes after my friend Michy arrived, so we simply spent most of the time playing UNO and talking about random stuff. During the afternoon they started doing soundcheck and I managed to see Tero for the first time and I got pretty much excited. Then at some point a bunch of fans just started walking in and as consequence they made us all go to the main gate.
From that point on I encountered myself with some old friends and some other fellows from college so the wait wasn’t that long. Like at 4:30pm the band did a rehearsal and played few songs: “I Want My Tears Back”, “Storytime” & “Wishmaster”. Can’t recall if they played another one. By six o’ clock the gates were open so I managed my way into the front line and waited another two hours for the opening band to start. Did I also mention it was a full moon night?
The opening band “Ortiz” was pretty good, even though they played for a short time and left the crowd expecting more. Afterwards, the NW crew was pretty fast at preparing the final touches before the big show began. When Tero was putting the setlists around the stage I exchanged “hi’s” with him. And then... it happened!
In the blink of an eye I had Tuomas walking in front of me making his way to the keyboard followed by the rest of the band and “Storytime” began.
The concert was amazing and really up to my expectations, the setlist had around 16 songs. Most of the songs played were from “Once” (“Dark Chest of Wonders”, “Wish I Had An Angel”, “Nemo”, “The Siren” & “Ghost Love Score”).
The guys are really nice and outgoing and Floor Jansen won my respect that day. Not only does she sings beautifully, but she is mad gorgeous! I think everybody left the concert with a crush on her. Emppu is a sweetheart and he’s too darn hilarious. I couldn’t stop laughing at all the crazy things he did and at some point he even threw me a pick but I was too blinded by the lights to catch it. He worked all those solo’s marvelously in the most breathtaking ways, kudos to him! Marco was badass as usual, Jukka was pure awesomeness. And Tuomas was simply perfection. With the concert barely starting I glanced a look at him and he winked at me in a matter of micro seconds. It was random and superb! He interacted a lot with the crowd and we made eye contact in a bunch of moments. When “Wishmaster” ended he kept looking at me and smiled, I smiled back. I must say that I from what I saw in the band they were pretty much impressed with the crowd and everything overall, in the beginning their faces looked really surprised. But I’m really glad they had a great time as much as we did, in the end that’s the most important part! I really hope they come back to Puerto Rico on other tours in the future. It’s really rare for bands like this to come over often but I think the local producers are doing a good job lately.
Let’s see what happens!
I must say that I’ve had a great year when it comes to concerts, and by far this has been the best.
By the way, here are some clips I recorded throughout the concert!
On a side note:
When the concert ended I threw Tuomas my Mickey Mouse plushie and said a simple “Thank you”. Unexpectedly, he threw me his towel!
Like a month and a half ago my hair was getting too long and my bangs started to bother me so while at was one day at work I started doodling how I felt and whatnot and added the whole hair element to them. I tend to draw my feelings a lot. And these doodles were the result.
