Because my little brother has a band concert, we can't go up to Colorado Springs to see the show, but even as sad as that is, the show sells out about a week before the date, which kind of, in a backwards sort of way, works out in our favor. After his band concert, we head up to Colorado Springs to see what we can catch of the Maine and/or We the Kings.
The Maine is just ending once we get up there. People are filing in and out of the venue, and we're just standing there, not knowing what to do because the security guards don't seem to be checking anybody. This idiot with black hair and a lip piercing comes out and asks us what we're doing. He's talking to us about the show and the bands we went to see. Overall, he's just an annoying dumbass; I would explain, but it's really worth the paragraph. As We the Kings begins, he leaves and goes back inside. He doesn't get checked by the security guards, either, so tentatively, we decide to just try our luck and walk in. And it works! We get watch all of We the Kings, so at least that part was worth the drive up. As they play, we see part of VersaEmerge, walk in and out here and there. Blake stands a few people away from us to watch the show, and it's absolutely hilarious to see him, watching them with his mouth gaping open; the way I look when I'm watching Demi Lovato on TV. Ha ha ha ha.
After We the Kings ends, we venture over to the merch so that Nora can buy her WTK hoodie she wanted the night before, and then we head off to VersaEmerge's side. Blake sees me, smiles, and offers his arm. He gives me a nice hug and asks how I am. I ask him how they played because I missed it. (I shouldn't have said that!) He makes a face, but says they did fine. And that was pretty much it. Nora and I stand around awkwardly, not sure what to say or do, or who to approach for another picture. Blake is applying Chapstick - that I remember - which I find humourous because Nora is addicted to ChapStick and this causes her to definitely approve of him. Finally, we ask him for another picture and find Sierra afterward. She asks us how we are, "You guys were here last night, right?" Yes. And I believe she asks us how we thought they performed, and I unfortunately have to be honest and tell her we missed their set. "Yeah... a lot of people did," Sierra says sadly. We didn't do it on purpose, though! Excitedly, however, she adds that they're about to perform acousticly "Right now" so "Follow me!"
We literally follow her outside, she runs out to the van for something with Blake and they come back with a guitar and sit down on the curb to play. IT'S OUR LUCKY DAY! I'm so happy about this! Sierra tells us to sing a long if we know the words, and eventually she stands up. She glances in our direction a few times when she hears us singing (every fucking word), and I love it. There's this girl there, and she doesn't bother me at all or anything, but every single time she requested for them to play a song, she would sing the first few lines and then stop. I found it humorous, no offense to her. I believe that they perform In Pursuing Design, The Authors, Past Praying For, and Whisperer (at Nora's request!) At one point Blake loses his pick and can't find it in the dark, so Nora, using the flash on her camera takes a picture of the ground, finds it, and hands it to him while he flashes her his winning Brendon Urie smile. Ha. Nobody really pays attention to Blake after the performance; everyone pretty much hounds Sierra. =(
This entire time, we had pretty much forgotten one of main purposes in coming here (Alex Marshall!) until we hear his name being called by the entrance of The Black Sheep. Girls have spotted him and hounded him, providing us with enough time to venture off and meet other kids before having to hit him up. Sierra is still occupied and runs off to go to the bathroom, which scares me a little because I don't want to leave or get tied up with Alex Marshall before SHE leaves. Alex Marshall, I think, makes it back into the venue, so we go and meet the Ginger again, and he remembers Mom. Yay!
Surprisingly, John Oh has become unoccupied, so we run over to him. He says hey to Nora, "Sharpie girl", and to all of us out of common courtesy. (Score!) Nora goes, "So you know how you said you owed me something..." She has this plan that we don't expect to work at all where she asks him to get us into the AP Tour for free. John Oh pulls eyeliner out of his pocket (the kind that I used to use!) and gives it to Nora. "Here," he says. It's like a souvenir, he explains... that's empty. Nora accepts it, however, and proceeds to talk about the AP Tour and how it's sold out and all. Two guys jump into the conversation, saying how it pretty much sold out in 30 minutes because of 3OH!3 and how if they played at the Fillmore, it probably would have sold out, too. I am so bummed out because of this, but Nora doesn't even get to ask John Oh about getting us in, which is okay, actually because he thanks Mom again for offering them a place to stay to which she says that whenever they need anything, they'd be happy to help. (Once again, score!) We get some pictures with him, and while he's taking a picture with Nora, he asks me if that says A Rocket to the Moon on my hoodie. "What?" I say, "Oh, yeah, it does!" He says that he needs to get himself one of those. "35 dollars, Fueled by Ramen." I snap the picture while he's laughing and capture an amazing shot of him in Nora's picture. Nora asks him if they can just settle with a hug, and he gladly accepts. And because of this, Mom and I get half hugs, too. Even though Nora got a full one, the association was still nice. Plus, we get a picture with Kennedy afterward, also. The poor kid, despite his beauty, is hardly ever bombarded.
We wait right outside the venue longer because we spot Blake and Alex Marshall still inside, packing up merch. Blake comes out first, but he's carrying the merch display and he's on the phone, and eventually, Alex Marshall, with his hood on, comes out in a group of people, attempting to disguise himself and get through unnoticed, but someone stops him and gives him this freakin' awesome painting of a piano, and he's done for! While we wait around for him, I see Blake is off his phone, but he ventures to the dark part of the van. I run off to find him and I tell him it was nice seeing him and I couldn't wait to see them next time. I give him a hug, and he's off. I go back to Nora, content while a bunch of girls still surround Marshall. There's this girl taking a ton of pictures with him, and he turns to side and says, "What, are we doing a photoshoot or something?" Apparently, he had also told Nora when he saw her, "You! You said you weren't coming!" "No I didn't," Nora answers, "We said we were going to come afterward." (Idiot!)
At some point or another, I'm not really sure when, Sierra finally comes out of the venue, so Nora and I practically run after her. We don't want her to get away this time. We ask her for a picture. "You ran away," I say sadly. "Sorry," she apologizes, "I had to pee," and that's quite alright with me. We tell her we'll see her next time (April 1st with Craig Owens.), but she's afraid it was one of the canceled tour dates, and it's not! Still, Sierra tells Nora and I that she love us and gives us a group hug. "Aw, we love you, too." Finally, we head back to Alex Marshall now that the most important things have been taken care of. It's funny to watch him interact with the other girls. When one of them does or says something stupid, he'll always look at us and make a face. It's priceless.
He's still busy, however, and has to walk off to do something for some girl, but he tell us, directly, that he'll be right back. (Aw, how sweet.) He comes back, and while he takes turns hugging us, he tells me, "You're blunt, but I like it, and we all talk a little bit. (Honestly, I forget half of the conversations with him.) I tell him that the painting is amazing. "Do you paint?" he asks me. "No," I say. BUT I DO, and I should have said yes. I'm such a dumbass. Nora talks about how amazing her camera is because of the aperture and shutter speed, but he tells her he has no idea what she's talking about. "I love photography," she explains. Gotcha. How far do we actually live from here, he asks again because yesterday we confused him. "You confused me, and I even know where we live," I laugh. "An hour and a hour, typically, or two hours if Mom's driving," she answers. If I remember anymore of the conversation, I'll come back and add it, but right now, I really can't remember shit. As we're about to leave, he gives us all hugs, and once again, he tells me, "Stay blunt." "Maybe I'll soften it for you next time," I say, but I don't think he hears me. And with that, we're off for another hour and a half long drive home. Even though we didn't actually get into the show, I'd have to say it was a pretty successful night, and the drive was well worth it.
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