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Nov. 21st, 2007 09:10 pm
So TAI closed with Almost Here, which was unexpectedly touching. William Beckett quite suddenly went down into the crowd, and everyone lunged all at once. I somehow got swept up in the crowd, jostled and squeezed up to the front, and for a good five seconds I was maybe six inches from his beautiful face. He had his hands stretched out, trying to touch everyone within reach, and he was unspeakably sincere and ridiculously good-looking.
Then some CRAZY BITCH clawed at my arms and dragged me away, but it was still awesome.
Other people whom I met: The bassist and crazy keyboardist for Sherwood, when they came to get their instrument cases, which for some idiot reason were stacked against a wall hemmed in by the crowd. Had a nice casual chat with the bassist, since I completely failed to recognize him; if I had, I'd have been too shy to say a word.
More excitingly: RYLAND. Not so much a meeting as he slipped past us in the crowd. His hand touched my shoulder and my hand brushed his jacket- velvet, remember?- and then I stared after him for a second until my brain matched up "freakishly tall" and "velvet jacket" and I said OH SHIT out loud. Ryland is hot. And really fucking tall.
Guess who else is tall? GABE SAPORTA. He was hanging out in the merch room when we left; we didn't have time to stop and get anything signed, but we waved and he nodded back (arms being occupied with fangirls). For the record, I've always found Gabe pretty creepy in pictures, but he's very handsome and classy-looking in person and well-dressed. Not creepy at all, surprisingly.
Concerts are amazing. Pits are amazing. I finally understand why Gerard Way was trying to get people to jump and wave their arms at Projekt Rev, and why the venue we happened to be in meant that he was doomed to fail. WANT MOAR. That is all.