Homaygash. I died. Been in and out for an hour and 20 minutes. But here I am, alive again, to tell you how I survived the first ever concert splurge I've been to.
Morning: mom, Justin, and I went to see Avengers at SM Sucat. We watched the second show, and left the cinema with our mouths agape. 😮😮
Afternoon: I made a choice to wear my trusty black camisole and military green polo, paired with my pineapple skirt. And my new Vans 😎. #Bagets
I left home by 5:45 PM, arrived and parked at the nearby parking place by 6:30 PM. I still had thirty minutes to spare, so I decided to do some errands. I walked to the hypermarket to buy 2 piles of styrofoam cups, and 4 bottles of Gatorade for me (I was feeling so dehydrated from the heat). I walked again to my car, and I was sweating like a pig. Turned the AC on for a while, and chilled my erranously beating heart. Be still, my heart.
7: 10 PM: Time to go, I told myself. When I reached the arena, I was wondering what the long line is for. I asked the guards, and told me that everyone (except for those with VIP and Platinum tix) must fall in the same line. Wtf. The line was super long, two blocks down. But I still fell in line.
8:45 PM: I finally was inside the arena. I was hungry and thirsty as hell. But the food inside was overpriced. 300 pesos for a hotdog bun and drinks? Nope.
8:50 PM: I reached my seat. The girl on my left was super friendly. While on my right (who was supposed to be Abigail. Fuck you Abe!), was a english-speaking snob. Hehe we cool right? Anyway, ateng on my left said that I already missed the frontline, Warpaint. I dont care really. Im here for Styles.
9:00 PM: They started teasing us with Olivia (and the crowd went wild) and some video loop of animated Harry trying to finish a rubik's cube. The crowd went wilder like a hungry hyena.
9:10 PM: Harry finally went out, and I felt my heart stop. ❌❌ dedz
10:05 PM: I knew it was the time to bid goodbye. He, along with his band, left the stage, and the crowd felt disappointed because he hasn't sang Kiwi yet.
10:10 PM: That five minute tease was fucking genius. He went on stage again, to sing his last two songs: The Chain cover and Kiwi. Oh my god, Kiwi.
10:35 PM: The real goodbye. As Harry left the stage, I too, left the arena in quick strides. I didn't want to get stuck in some traffic.
11:00 PM: Finally I was home. I still can't believe I was there to witness him. It was all so surreal. My throat hurts from all the shouting and singing, but it was worth it.
The concert was a blast. I enjoyed singing and dancing my heart out. I think I was the only one dancing. Everyone else was busy filming Harry with their cellphones. Me? I was committing every minute of it to memory. I even closed my eyes in some of his songs, because I'm trying to absorb everything; that he was here, with us, breathing the same air.
Thank you, Styles, for this unforgettable moment. I didn't even regret spending 7k. 😘😘
See you soon 🇬🇧 #UK2018
