In my early twenties I went through a pretty dark stage. I was horribly depressed suffering from a broken heart and this ridiculous phase lasted a few years. During this time I saw a music video that had me change the course I was steering my ship. It was a My Chemical Romance music video for Helena. It was funeral. The music was emotional and there was this look in the singers eyes at the end of the video, it was the best way to describe how I felt on the inside. I was hooked.
For the next couple of years I found myself in different cities all over the US and Canada catching their show and trying to meet the band. I dragged friends and family to the show and had one hell of a time doing it. Up until this point in my life I felt so boring. I was so focused on pleasing everyone that I forgot to figure out who I was and what I wanted. This adventure made me feel alive and pulled me through the depression. Eventually the goal, meeting the band, became more than just 'meeting the band'. I wanted to know what I could accomplish, if I could actually meet this popular rock band. I thought, wow, someday this will make a cool story to tell my kids (legacy).
It took years. I started in 2005. I went to Warped Tour in Virginia Beach with my brother Eddie and sister in law Beth. I met up with a roadie I knew and he walked me back stage one time. After that the security thought that I belonged backstage. I went back and met Fall Out Boy, I mistook them for roadies. I waited until Beth and Eddie met me back there, apparently security was very relaxed, and we met Frank. Beth and I took a picture with him. I was hooked. I now knew I could get this far, time to go big.
Highlights; 15 shows, backstage few times, took my mom to a show and while waiting out back the police were called on Mom and I, Kelly got me into the dressing room where I proceeded to take items including a perfectly good salad meant for Gerard, Kelly and I ate that salad for breakfast in the morning, Beth took her first flight with me to go to a show in a snow storm, I met Mandy in Vegas for a show and then we drove the desert for another, I won meet and greet tickets on the radio and gave them to my brother for his birthday (They were for Blink 182 and I have gotten him Blink tickets for years for his bday) and couldn't go so my Fiance (now husband) met the entire band all at once instead of me meeting each on at different time ( I had met everyone but Gerard, the Big Fish). Then lastly, Comic Con in New York.
Let me just say, my friends and family were awesome through it all. Dad was a little disturbed and Mom was constantly worried I would become a groupie and I loved keeping them on their toes.
Let me elaborate on the last highlight I mentioned, Comic Con New York. This year I bought my husband tickets to Comic Con for his 26th birthday. Twenty-six was a lucky year for me and for many other I know so I wanted to make it special for him. We were lacking sleep and I was sick when we arrived. I was trying to look cool and nerdy and YOUNG. I will be 30 this year and I wanted to go to this thing and sort of blend in. I did my hair and makeup. I wore my skull shirt, band hoodie, jeans, tutu, chucks, and pink highlights for my hair. But I kept looking at my face and thinking something is off. What is wrong with my makeup? I look old and tired.
We didnt let me feeling old and tired (and sick) stop us from exhausting ourselves even more. We had a great time. My husband is into it all. We explored comic books, art, costumes, movies, video games, anime, etc. The one thing we were going to attend for me was a signing with Gerard Way. I was looking forward to it and was also feeling self conscious. I was hoping to get a picture with him this time around and I knew I looked old and tired and would hate the way I looked in this picture but couldn't pass up the opportunity. The Big Fish.
Due to unorganized staff at the event I did not get to participate in the signing. But I did get to stand right in front of the table and watch/take a million pictures. I stood among all teenage girls and a few of their parents. I felt ridiculous. My husband is standing behind me and was happy to wait with me, even though he knew I would swoon over my crush.
He comes out. All the girls are crying, yes I said CRYING. Not me (for the record I have never cried over this band or any member of it). I was in awe. This guy represented a portion of my youth. I would normally be over the moon for this opportunity but it hit me like a ton of bricks, my Big Fish got old and tired just like me. Im too tired to chase and he looks to old to run. I laughed and thought, this is ironic. On the day that I feel so badly about the loss of my youth my Big Fish also lost his. The score was tied. I took my millions of pictures and looked at him like he was an old friend. I walked away that day, not bummed at all, but thrilled that I had each and every one of those experiences and mostly for this most recent one.
It's funny, I would have never imagined that this adventure would have meant so much to me. I hope my kids never attempt this. If my parents knew the details they would have never slept again. Makin' 'em proud... ha!
Anyway, we just celebrated our one year wedding anniversary!!! Plus as of this month we are working on starting a family. Stay posted.