The day I finally saw Gerard Way.
You don’t know how much this means to me.
Just writing thinking about it makes me tear up.
I’ve been waiting for this day since I know MCR, which is since March 2013. The month before their breakup (this is another sad story for another day).
My Chemical Romance impacted me for better or for worse, my life kind of changed. They helped me see the positive side of things, and kind of get out of a “dark” period of my life. Ultra cliché and emo of me to say, I know, I’m queen of the emos.
It had been around 666 days (oh lord) since I had wanted to meet him and when I finally did, I couldn’t process what was happening. He’s the man that made me want to continue making art. That made me love art. He legitimately helped me in a way. It’s kind of wrong to say, because the band helped me, but he was such a big part of it. He was the one singing the songs and talking to us.
The moment I knew he was touring in Europe, I got very excited. I had a chance to see such an important person to me. Be in the same room as him. Hear him sing and talk to us. I do not agree with the career path he chose, leaving such a band in a, must I say, selfish manner. But I’m very glad he can still keep making music and being happy. Hesitant Alien won’t impact me like MCR at all. I like the songs, I know the lyrics to the whole album, but it’s different.
When I got the tickets to see him in Paris, I cried. It was on Christmas. I opened a present which seemed to be a box of chocolates, I was a little disappointed because I had seen that box of chocolates was given to my mom and it was a re-gift from her part. Then, my mother told me to open the box, and at that moment I still had no idea. I opened the box and there was a little plastic envelope with the tickets to see Mr. Way. I immediately burst into tears. I can’t begin to tell you how I feel about this man or his music.
I put a countdown on my phone. Everyday I checked and got more and more excited, until the week of the concert came. I remember that when I checked my phone and saw the countdown, I’d sometimes cry (because again, that’s the only emotion I could compute, thanks G). We packed our things and grabbed the train Saturday morning. My mom was coming with me instead of my dad. Being the amazing mother that she is, she’d planned a very cultural weekend. We went and did two of the most famous museums in Paris in two days: Le Musée d’Orsay and the Louvre. That weekend was definitely amazing, and deserves it’s own blog post.
I started queuing at around 4:30 pm. My mother and I had grabbed some McDonald’s beforehand. The crowd there was the nicest you could possibly imagine. I went to see some people I had talked to before coming to the concert. Alex being the manager of the french MCR fanpage, I went to join her and we talked a while. I then met two other girls that flew all the way from Toulouse and we talked until my friend Lucia came over (along with her friend, Anna, which was a huge anime fan!). They had some problems getting to the venue because of traffic. I wish I had taken more pictures with her because this was our first time meeting each other. My mom took the picture while we were waiting and we took a selfie inside the Trabendo (which is really bad, because there were blue lights blinding us so the lighting is more than terrible). You don’t know this but I also bought MCR merch while I was in line! Funny story, I had been searching for a particular MCR jacket that was limited to their Danger Days tour. It was the Americana Hoodie Mikey wore once. It’s relatively rare and I couldn’t find it anywhere. I think I was extremely, extremely lucky to find it. This girl wanted to sell it and she was ready to send it to me until she realized I was going to G’s concert too, so we could exchange goods there. And we did. I love it so much, contrary to my mother, but hey!
We talked and we talked and we talked until the gates opened. I already started squealing. I was so, so excited. Security check, scanned tickets and we were in. My mom didn’t come with me in the crowd and stayed at the back, while I immediately went to take my place. I was third row, which isn’t bad considering some people woke up at 3 in the morning to be at the barrier. Opening act started. It was a band called Nothing But Thieves. They were amazing. I really liked their music. You should check them out, they’re great upcoming artists.
After they played, we waited another 30-ish minutes for G to start playing. They opened the concert with The Bureau. I’m really lucky to have a setlist, it’s hung up just over my computer. There are also handwritten notes from him on it. Thanks again, mom.
From then on, my pictures and videos are pretty much unusable. I kindly asked fellow IG user @effy_kinney to send me some picture she took. The picture above is her’s and the ones below too. Full credit to her, and thanks again for letting me use them.
I saw lemon Gerard. That’s a life achievement. He changes his hair so often. As I’m writing it he has cut it shorter and dyed it to a blue-y grey. I don’t want to ramble too much but I do want him to dye it back to black. What an era. Anyway, it was the best concert I’ve been to just because Gerard was standing in front of me. He also sang two exclusive songs, one being something we had never heard of before for the encore. He was so cute I can’t even start to tell you. At one point everyone started chanting “Gerard” but because of everyone’s french accent, it sounded pretty different from his name. He didn’t understand it at first then he laughed and though we were telling him “Get out!” instead of “Gerard”. He told us it was a pretty lame chant, I agree. We should have pulled off something they did in Germany. (FYI: They started chanting, kind of aggressively, “you have beautiful hair” and Gerard’s reaction is priceless. This was when he was still in MCR)
I could describe the whole concert for hours, but this post is already super long. Let’s just say I cried a lot and I jumped a lot and it was amazing.
When it was finished, my mom had talked this guy into getting us a setlist and some lighting notes! My mom also bought me merch without me even asking her. She’s a blessing. I got a mug, poster and tote bag.
I saw Gerard Way.
Thanks for the venom.