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Aug. 28th, 2007 11:01 pmOkay.
Trivium opened with One Winged Angel. Yeah, from Final Fantasy VII.
We -- me, Bryce, Bridgette, Skylar, and Chase -- started smack in the middle of a giant freaking mosh pit.
Somehow, I was reunited with my brother and sister. This is quite remarkable when you consider the fact that Bridgette spent the first song crowd surfing.
Through much shoving and clinging, we managed to make our way to the very fucking front. Bryce and Bridgette were up against the bar and I was between and behind them.
Granted, during all of this? Hardcore fucking moshing. People are slamming up against us, security is drenching us with water bottles, we're coated with other people's sweat. I got kicked in the head three times by crowd surfers and also punched in the nose. It bled for a bit, and a security guy offered to get me out of there. Ahaha. Hell no! I bled all over my shirt.
We're also getting the fucking life crushed out of us, up against the bar. People had to get dragged out of there, once in a while.
And during all of this, Matt Heafy -- lead singer -- notices my sister. "Are you okay?" he asks her, three separate times. He asks the crowd to be kind to the people up front, to not smash them! The people don't really listen...
And at the end of the show, Matt Heafy leaned down off the stage and handed Bridgette his pick. He threw the spares into the crowd, but he fucking gave her the pick she used. She'll treasure it forever, I'm pretty sure.
Jesus Christ, I don't even know what I'm soaked in. I better change my clothes.
The music was fucking amazing. Jesus. Anyone want some Trivium? I've got all of it.
Trivium opened with One Winged Angel. Yeah, from Final Fantasy VII.
We -- me, Bryce, Bridgette, Skylar, and Chase -- started smack in the middle of a giant freaking mosh pit.
Somehow, I was reunited with my brother and sister. This is quite remarkable when you consider the fact that Bridgette spent the first song crowd surfing.
Through much shoving and clinging, we managed to make our way to the very fucking front. Bryce and Bridgette were up against the bar and I was between and behind them.
Granted, during all of this? Hardcore fucking moshing. People are slamming up against us, security is drenching us with water bottles, we're coated with other people's sweat. I got kicked in the head three times by crowd surfers and also punched in the nose. It bled for a bit, and a security guy offered to get me out of there. Ahaha. Hell no! I bled all over my shirt.
We're also getting the fucking life crushed out of us, up against the bar. People had to get dragged out of there, once in a while.
And during all of this, Matt Heafy -- lead singer -- notices my sister. "Are you okay?" he asks her, three separate times. He asks the crowd to be kind to the people up front, to not smash them! The people don't really listen...
And at the end of the show, Matt Heafy leaned down off the stage and handed Bridgette his pick. He threw the spares into the crowd, but he fucking gave her the pick she used. She'll treasure it forever, I'm pretty sure.
Jesus Christ, I don't even know what I'm soaked in. I better change my clothes.
The music was fucking amazing. Jesus. Anyone want some Trivium? I've got all of it.
