Yesterday, I saw All Time Low at Six Flags. It was pouring rain, and I was third row in the “pit”. It felt surreal. Too good to be true. I’m a no one, and I was in the presence of my favorite band. The words of their songs when played live, hit me ten times harder, then they usually do. Lines like “Call me a name, kill me with words, forget about me it’s what I deserve”, “I’m stuck in this fucking rut,waiting for a second hand pick me up”, and “I know that there’s a place for me somewhere, out there”, usually stick out to me. Yesterday, they were screaming at me. The lines that make me feel like someone gets me, shot me through the heart. No, not in a bad way. In a wonderful way. When my eyes made eye contact with Jack, it was unreal. I am lost in stereo. The music was in me. My heart and my soul. Thats where it was coming from. I danced by myself, and sang every song. Why? Because I have an understanding of it. The music isn’t just something to listen to when I’m bored. It’s something that can help me get how I feel out.
Dear All Time Low,
You’ve saved my life. Numerous times. Please understand your music will always be a part of me. And every moment I spend in the same room as you, listen to the words I wish I could speak myself, my heart grows fonder. See you October 23rd.