As I sit here in my briefs listening to Something’s Gotta Give, I smile as I recall the concert which I write about. The day before I went, I never would have predicted such a reaction. The post-hardcore concert took place in early April at the Manchester Academy. Issues opened, followed by Pierce the Veil and Sleeping with Sirens.
Prior to the big day, I’d asked a few people whether they wanted to attend but unfortunately received a chorus of “no”s. I resigned myself to the fact I’d be attending alone and as the date grew closer, my anxiety began to increase exponentially. I grew more and more terrified about going and began to hope that something would occur which would provide a convenient excuse for my absence. Nothing did, of course so the afternoon of the concert, I donned my outfit while expecting to die from embarrassment. When I arrived – about an hr or two before the show was meant to start – there was already a considerably large queue which waned for what seemed like forever, twisting and turning around buildings. Annoyingly, my phone was almost dead so to distract myself from the nerves, I tried making awkward conversation with the boy stood to the rear of me. We exchanged some words but his friends soon arrived – grabbing his attention. Their sudden appearance and his apparent relief at ending our discourse set the good old insecurities ablaze and I felt fat, ugly and old. I couldn’t help comparing myself to the younger, thin and edgily dressed emo kids around me. One to two hellish hours later, I entered the venue.
I wasn’t at all aware that Issues was the supporting band and so was completely unfamiliar with their set. I tried to keep myself enthused for the music which I really wanted to hear: that would follow. Dancing and jumping around was initially awkward but I soon stopped noticing the passage of time; I cared less about perfectly mimicking the movements of the crowd around me and I began to truly enjoy myself. Pierce the Veil were absolutely awesome. I knew most of the sung songs and was able to sing and growl along for good measure. The last song was King for a Day which Kellin Quinn came on for. It was the perfect segue for Sleeping with Siren’s entrance onstage.
SWS, I knew less but I happily danced along, mouthing along to popular songs which I knew like Kick Me. The most memorable part of the night was Kellin’s inspirational speech. To summarise, he expressed his eagerness to be in Manchester and told us to forget about the hate(rs) outside and then urged us to remember that everyone there within the venue was there for the same thing. While simple, it was a powerful message which further uplifted me. I felt connected to the fellow concert-goers and although I was unaccompanied, I didn’t feel alone.
By the time it had drawn to a close and I’d purchased some merchandise, I was a bit tipsy from some drinks I’d bought and my legs ached :p. Overall though, I was in a state of bliss. The feeling will probably get old as I attend more things but I’m glad I went, that night I was made to feel beautiful again.