Sorry for the BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG gap from the last post. So here it goes…

WARNING: The next paragraph is Rated-18. May contain graphic violence and murderous thoughts.

I was too naïve to think that that moment would last because suddenly I got hit. I felt like I got hit by a bulldozer or something and my body was pressed against the metal divider. Yappari. Those three damned girls behind us before the concert started. They were so restless, they were shifting in their places like wriggly worms. They so desperately wanted to move up front and they did just that. I tried to push them with all my might, but what could I do against three crazy Gothic Lolitas with sumo wrestler bodies. I was just thinking, “Ok, the space will loosen up a bit sooner or later,” as my ribs were being whacked against the metal divider.

The crowd was shouting. Oooh! and Aaaaahs! everywhere. High-pitched screams of “Mana-sama!” now and then. Also there were low werewolf-like screams which went like, “Awwwooooo! Seth-san! Awwwwoooo!” I like to kill that sucker…

Ok, time to get a picture, I thought. But as I looked around no one seemed to be taking pictures or even holding a camera. But then I thought, “Maybe, they’ve taken too many pictures of Man-sama already.” And “Maybe they don’t like taking pictures.” So I held up my Canon TX1 camera and took a picture without flash, of course, because that would be really rude. Then somebody at the back screamed in Japanese, which I interpreted like, “Hey, you can’t take pictures in here!” So I put my camera back in my bag right away and thought, “Maybe, no one’s really allowed to take pictures.” No one told us. Even that guy whom we got our ticket from never said anything. A let out a sigh and then suddenly someone hit me, again. This time, it was a knock in the head. At that time I really wanted to scream a thousand curses at whoever that was. The problem was Mana-sama was too near to me, he could have heard me screaming. I mean, WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT!!! WHOEVER THAT WAS, I HOPE YOU’RE READING THIS. F*** YOU!!! And to think that Japanese people are supposed to be respectful.

Keep it cool, I said. Remember what you came here for. So I let out a sigh for the Nth time and focused on the concert. I did try to focus. But what can you do that if every five seconds the girl next to you headbangs and her hair extensions (Mind you, 99% of them wore hair extensions) whips your face again and again. Murderous thought were spilling from by brain to my blood and I just wanted to put their lights out.

And did I mention what happened to the old guy who was accompanying those 2 European girls whom I mentioned a while ago? The last thing I saw of him was that his head was being knocked on again and again by some Lolita who was doing this rock sign. And when she grew tired she rested her arm on his head. Haha! Pretty hilarious.

Anyway… it was a three hour concert. They played a whole lot of songs. Mana-sama went close to the audience so they could touch his guitar. But I didn’t touch his guitar. He threw flowers and guitar picks around. They all fell directly on top of my head, but I didn’t get any. Why? Because I was too awestruck to move, that’s why. Fine, call me puny or whatever, I don’t care. I can’t do anything. I was under a spell. There was a Q&A portion and they gave some stuff away. We sang happy birthday to Mana-sama and after that he blew his birthday candles. How cute!:) They played a few songs and at the finale, Mana-sama raised his white guitar. Amazing.

After the concert, my SO and I talked to some people, hoping to get a private audience with Mana-sama, unfortunately, only selected people get to see him. But there’s this personnel from Liquid Room who volunteered to give the gift to Mana-sama’s manager directly. Whoa, what a guy! J Oh yeah, and while waiting for a cab in front a Liquid Room, I caught a glimpse of K as he was loading some stuff in his jeep, without his make-up. He’s scary either way. Sorry K fans! :p

This was definitely the BEST and the WORST rock concert I have ever been to. Moi Dix Mois concert is hell. Forget that you’re even in Japan anymore. Get ready to get trampled by Gothic Lolitas. What can I say, LOVE THE BAND, HATE THE CROWD.

Oh yeah, and I wanna share to you THE pics that cost me shit.