Orhblin

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We're sitting in the car. I am so excited that I literally can't keep my mouth shut..... like literally. A topic is completely irrelevant I just NEED to say something. Eventually my mom and brother got so annoyed that they would ask me to be quiet..... It didn't work of course but I managed to withhold my blabbing for a mighty twenty seconds.

We drive into a parking spot not so very far from the actual concert hall. We find a lucky empty spot for my mom to drop us off.
We make sure that we have both ticked and money. We're not sure if we're even gonna need the money but better be safe than sorry.
Any patience I have left is a lie. the walk to Falkoner Salen is also full of anticipation. I had never seen the place before and I must admit; from afar it didn't look THAT spectacular. Men and women from a environmental most unlike mine are slagging around in front of the entrance, catching a final smoke before the event. I try to make a quick goodbye to my mother who obviously wants a kiss or a hug or something. If I had been a dad, I would have been worried sick about sending my kids into a concert like that, but my mom took it very nicely, it was even her who'd payed for the tickets.

I am a bit awestruck as me and my brother enter the reception hall. It is not quite as rough as I had anticipated. It is white and very modern looking with a spring and what seems to be pretty ugly designer lamps hanging from the roof. Of course my brother couldn't help to compliment on the damn dangling things.
I don't feel like being on home grounds. The people around me all look like true rockers unlike me who's kind of a pretender. we had been worried about what to do with our coats, but it wasn't much of a problem. easy to spot was a reception, gladly taking in peoples overalls for a puny cost of 25 KR. It wasn't exactly an organized line so I headed for the side and get rid of out coats quick and easy. My brother had caught a short conversation with some pair who also had to deliver their coats. It didn't surprise me how many foreigners there was present, events like this often drags along a crown I had heard. I get a ticked for my jacked and we proceeded to the main concert hall.

Some guys were checking for guns and knifes and stuff, I never had a problem with that, but it was an awkward moment. I look around and see that these guys weren't the one who's taking the tickets. I put my concert ticked back in my pocked and go over to the first guy sight and let him inspect me. first when we get past the inspection crew there's a woman who wants our tickets. I was so stupid as to have planted it "safely" in the button of my sealed pocked. I have to fiddle with it like a true first timer. I presume it was like seeing a baby walk for the first time.

Of course I have to lead my brother an myself to our seats. on the 2nd floor, 2nd row, seat 34 and 32 we place our very exited butts in great anticipation. Everybody else is below us and we can see just fine. In fact we see everything as if it was on telly. Perfect view indeed there was no arguing with that. I start to imagine stuff. I see myself writing a journal on deviantART about all this. It's a journal worthy event if you as me. The music hasn't even started and I'm all set and ready to explode, well some recorded music WAS playing in the background and it did well at that till the stage was set. It was just like watching a movie, only that this movie would only be seen once and it was my first time to ever watch one quite like this. we stare around a bit as we wait. Some guys are getting beers for the entertainment to come, I thought it a bit silly to drink at this point. It will be a night to remember for me if I can have it my way.

It was almost as if planned. when the crown below had stopped moving the light began to fade and the music stopped. Almost like in the cinema. The heating band (as we call it) comes in and start playing as we had gotten out earplugs fitted. it's obvious that it's not meant to be the main event and they were received a bit skeptical at first. It wasn't the next Metallica but they had a notch for rock n' roll and got received well after the first two songs. the first two was nothing to brag about and not many claps were heard. they finished off with shouting their name and the name of the artist to come. they left the stage with a clapping crowd. all in all they had done a good job of warming up the stage.

People in the hall gets more or less silent. some are discussing the band we'd all just heard like me and my brother. We agree that they did a good job somethings else catch our attention. We can't jump while sitting down and it's pretty hard so shout too. It's reæaxi g to sit down and frankly that's not why we came. I try to say that to my brother. Meanwhile  the guy from before on the row in front of us goes down do get another beer. No one on that balcony cheered despite my urge to do so myself. It's like the mood just doesn't reach us but I remain in hope that the main event will change that

We hear the all too familiar sound of a well tuned guitar, rifs played by a single man we had all come to hear. The one man who deserved a sporlight following as entered the stage and was welcomed by what sounds like a thousand cheers. The tall black hat, the curly black hair, the sun glasses and the leather pant can only be worn with true orginality if it's worn by no other than the half english half afro american guitarist SLASH. My own eyes widens, it's the first time that i have ever seen a true rock legend and nothing of him dissapoint, i envy and pity the people donw on floor beæow stage, some of them surely couldn't see him but they all cheered at the sound of the first somg HALO, from his newest album apocalyptic love, featureing Myles Kennedy. I see a whole lot of people clap and jump to the beat of the music but i can't clap. NO ONE on the balcony is clapping. It's like a dead party up here full of old men without enery or desire to be be exited. I look around and all i see is serious faces. I shrug it off and judge them all silently.

Myles Kennedy say some words after the song is finished but he wouldn't let us get any bored before starting the next song. This song is unknown to me but i can hear that the main focus is also the main guitar. The sporlight is coearly on Slash. He's the main event and people came to hear HIM and for good reason. His guitar rifs shake the whole hall. Strongly supported by the band the conspritors. The drummer knows what he's doing, he's important and he does a damn good job. The entire mood changed when Slash entered the scene, the music IS better but i know there's more to it than that. He is a legend and everything that comes with, for me and most other people in the hall he is a great inspriation. He's symbolic to say the least.

The songs goes and on and it doesn't take me long to see a patteren. One somg from the new album and then one other song, repeat. Some of my favorite songs comes up and when they do i turn my head towards my brother who clearly doesn't understand my exitement. I'm not sure if he knows, but not all songs from the album can be played with a patteren like this, some will be left out to others.

At some point the singing duty is given over to the rhythmatic guitarist who also did some background vocals. He has a more rocky voice amd i'll be honest i liked it. It was a nice and well thought change that it was not the same singer all the way through. Meanwhile the guy below had grabbed yet another beer. People below are getting more and more exited over the upcoming songs. And it bothers me. I feel relaxed in my seat. The music is great loud and fast but I'M still not jumping. It is late and in all honesty I am a bit tired but i would still have choosen to stay down below standing than i would be sitting down.

Myles Kennedy is played around with crowd sitting down close to them as he songs a slower song. The lights shift to pink and a feel a warm fozzy feeling bursting up through my spine. I feel that the whole concert is connected somehow. Both to the musicians and their audience. I feel my hippie mode getting. The slow songs goes strait to my heart and i think of all the people i love, friends and family. The songs is not for love, so i also think of myself, the things i have done, the wrongs i have done and what i mean to change.
Another change of song another beer for the apparent group of alcoholics below. More songs come to be played and stuff happens. Some people thorw a white piece of what appear to be cloth up on stage and Slash picks it up all the while playing. I was also hoping for an apic stage dive but igor something similar. Myles Kennedy had sneaked down from stage and stared to mingle with the crowd. People were over him like wildfire but he kept on singing and handshaking. When the old track Sweet child o mine came on the energy could be felt like a puch to the face. It's time for me to show them old crows begind me that it was a concert they were at so i clap as hard as i can, i sing along and begin to enjoy myself even more when i ignore. My brother seams to agree with me and no words were needed. This song is a calssic and it deserves embracementby a great and loud audience. I was exited to see Slash NAIL the solo that my own teacher can't quite seam to get under his fingers. After Sweet child o mine comes you're a lie. We all know that it's the jewl of the album so we take it lime it was our last day on earth with cheering clapping stomping jumping and all håthe other stuff.  Getting another beer for instance.

The artists leaves stage after that song. They had doneso before but that was just to change instrument for different songs, thet say goodbye and leaves..... But we're not do e with them yet. We keep clapping, we keep stomping and stomping. The energy is there it's here to stay. We all afree and the dansih ROCK spirit turns visable. But i know. I know they are just dragging it out, they're testing us. But we don't surrender. We see the artists make their way behind scene and i personally see Slash receive his guitar. To tease he plays the chords of no other song than welcome to the jungle. The old songs from guns n' roses have an instant effect to make us satisfied. Myles Kennedy sings surprisingly much alike the original and Sæash has only added more mass. He dances around the scene like a happy man in love with amazing footwork that i for some reason find admirable. He has done it for the whole concert so far but it was partically noticable in welcome to the jungle.

All doubts were clear as Slash struck the tunes for paradice city, the concert was ending and the promis to myself would wait for another time. Far and away would not be played but i wasn't sad. The dansih crowd below was showered by confetti in red and white colors, (i swear i think of the dansih flag and that's can be no coincidence) it's easy to say that the concert ended off with a bang. A truly unforgettqble experience.

The entire band congratulated us for being so epic and said that they would hope to come back.... I SURE WELL AND DAMN HOPE THEY WILLL AND NEXT TIME ILL BE I THE FUCKING CROWD AND ITLL BE EPIC AS FUCK!!!!!!!!
The arch troll of Slash places his guitar next to the amplifier and the sound looped, I guess this was way of saying, i'll annoy you till you gtfo.

The hat was the best thing about the concert though.

Long journal? I think so
This has been my first concert ever told at the best of my ability as a very VERY Orhblin.
I'll probably save this and correct it at a later time. Put it up as a deviation or something.
It wasn't ruined as much as i amy have made it out to be, if you know me you might know that i overuse words from time to time.

And that promise to myself?

what you need to read if you're interested in me

I have come to realize that I really can't write anymore.
It's not big, I never claimed the title of author without making fun of myself, but i have stated that I would write. a statement I couldn't keep.
Long story shot I wont submit here for the next couple..... IDK years? maybe only mouths.


The detailed version you don't need to read

When I started writing I had just read a fiction that really inspired me. That inspiration lasted for several weeks and I succeeded in writing about 6 chapters in about 2 mouths. But after that I got out of the rhythm of READING. and that's where my source of inspiration started to fade. I tried reading again but it was a pain. every time I read something that was good I started cursing myself for not having that kind of talent. the only way to get there is by writing I KNOW! but i haven't got that "UH now i wanna write stuff" kinda feeling. I need to focus on smaller stuff and return to my bigger projects once I got some backbone. I used to read CONSTANTLY, I suspect that to have giving me a kick-start but that but the routine is broken. I will get to read again because now I'm forcing myself to. now you can help me!

what i need you to do

DEMAND STUFF. I will try to write anything you suggest me to. I need fresh blood and you can easily help me with that. you don't exactly need a complex story. An OC and it's personality, or a little short story that you want on digital paper. anything that is not a life long project. This is a bit like request but just more strict. So come at me.

RULES:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, mp3 player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT!
4. Tag 20 friends who all must do the same.


1) YOUR NAME IS:
Cigaro

2) WHAT SONG DESCRIBES YOU BEST:
Misnight Queen. (really....... no really?)

3) WHAT YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU:
Dignity

4) WHAT YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS:
Entertainment. (slaves)

5) YOUR MOOD RIGHT NOW:
Haunted

6) WHAT YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE ONE YOU LIKE:
Tensative

7) SONG YOU'LL DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING:
Mama

8) LAST SONG YOU'LL HEAR BEFORE YOU DIE:
The Night

9) WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT:
Carolina

10) YOU WOULD SAY TO THE PRIME MINISTER IF YOU MET HIM:
Crazy Train

11) THE FIRST THING YOU'LL SAY TO YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD:
Bad Habit

12) THE LAST THING YOU THINK OF BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP:
Crazy Benny  

13) THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF EACH MORNING:
Question!

14) WHAT YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE YOUR BEST FRIEND:
Mylo Xyloto

15) HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR PERFECT DATE:
Disasterpiece

16) WHAT YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU HEAR THE WORD HOMEWORK:
Master Of Puppets (epic win)

17) YOUR THEME SONG:
Mantra

18) YOUR WINNING SONG ON AMERICAN IDOL:
We all fall down.

19) ONE SONG YOU'RE DESTINED TO LEARN THE DANCE MOVES TO?
Atoms

20) WHAT YOU'LL POST THIS AS:
Cold and ugly.

hurray for spare time!
tag by:

RULES:
1. You must post the rules.
2. Each person must post 5 things about themselves in their journal
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them.
6. No tag backs
7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you're tagged if you're reading this". You legitimately have to tag 10 people.
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1. I am a guy with a ponytail, and people think it's cool  

2. I get happy when bad stuff happens to me. stolen bike? smiles all the way.....

3. i dislike liking to talking about myself. but I do like it.

4. People can't buy me stuff cuz i never make a wish list, it drives them insane.

5. I got metal in my blood.
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1. oc crime record?
OC what now? i only have a very few OCs, about 4 and 3 of them only kinda guest appear in my fanfiction.

2.what is your weirdest non-sexual kink?
I love people with two different eye colors. i find it extremely attractive, but not in that sexual way.

3.if a cat in a nice suit reading the newspaper would ponder over buying a boat, would you persuade him into doing so?
Have a plane instead, the catfish aren't known to be very hospitable

4.are you allergic to anything?
fortunately not. my mom as alergic to almost anything so i fear i might get the same once i get older.

5.are ponies ever in the way of productivity?
no, quite the opposite in fact. i only began to write because of ponies, which lead to what people call talent >___>

6.gak?


7.what got you to watch ponies?
it's short but embarasing story involving porn. i'l only share it if you care to ask.

8.what do you find mind-bendingly delicious?
knowing what the hell that is would help me answer that question.

9.is that even a real dish?
no it's not. it's a plate made up to look like a dish, a freaking imposter it is

10.crazy or fun
the sweet combination of both

11. what is in your opinion the best way of getting inspiration?
music helped me at the worst of timez, but in time of no inspiration it's hard to tell

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NO tagging. come at me internet