Live in Five tour - Carling Islington Academy Gig
By MiyangelineThe day before the 29th of April the night of the Carling academy Gig.
I woke that morning alone in the house, obviously feeling completely bored out of my brains but luckily all I had in mind was JAMES MARSTER being in London right at that very moment. I had prepared myself as usual magically. You see before I big evening I find it really essential for me to cleanse and ask all goodness, luck and fate to be by me in that day. There wasn’t a minute that went by I dint have him in mind. I dint feel exactly exited but anxious hoping that I actually get to see him for the first time ever.
You see I had only became a fan a feel months ago and dint have any tickets in my hand so to my despair I knew I would have to be extremely lucky to actually get a slight glimpse of the actor/singer getting out. Anyway I had decide a month before I was going to go, considering the fact I had nothing to do all day and felt like doing something out of fate and see if it works out. My younger sis had finely agreed to come with me cause none of my fucked-up friends are ever there When I need them. So I went to sleep that night prepared to have my next day all dedicated to my hopes for that event. Before I went to bed I told myself if I dream of him and feel like it was a massage of some kind other than a dream caused by my all day thinking of him I would definitely see him and it would be worth giving it a try.
Friday 29th I woke alone in the house at 9.30. With the nights dream in my mind telling me I was suppose to go. My dream was quite strange, I remember watching him place things in places, like organising a stage or something. It was really funny cause I saw his face and I usually don’t see faces properly in dreams well not as realistic or updated as his had been. Convinced I started my day by putting the best of Tina Turner on full volume and light my candles around a full hot boiling bath and stayed there as long as I felt like it. Then I started to get ready slowly, with no hurry. My sis left school earlier cause the was a teacher thing day. By the time she got home I finished doing my face and hair, I made sure I dint paste myself with make up I only covered my dark bits with my foundation and then only placing my red lipstick that had done my entire look. I straightened my wavy dark thick blackish hair into silk. By the end I was looking like myself, dressed in a light bit baggy, hanging on my hips jeans tucked in on my all beloved black leather cowboy boots, as for above I had a red lovely Brazilian braw that made my breast into perfection over it a Wight shirt that fell over me lightly revealing a lightless of the colour of my braw, ofcource I did leave a bit of cleavage showing with my new little tattoo heart on reveal over my left breast.
Over all the my pale skin with dark hair and red lips had done it all for me, I walked out of the door looking like a siren, mixed with a country girl who dint try too hard.On our way to Angel was quite routine, knowing it extremely well thanks too my here and then trip to my cosine’s house. Getting there I wasn’t sure ware the actual place was so me and my sister went up and down the angle main road completely clueless not realising it was in the actual centre. Bombed but embraced that it was so obvious we laughed and ate the McDonalds take way that we got between the up and downs.
Finishing we went down stases to watch the long line go by us. On our way down a man stopped us asking for tickets, we told him we also wanted some and he said that someone was coming with some and he’ll get then for us then asking us to stand at the end of the queue, a bit worried by the spooky guy we still stood there not actually believing we might still go in.
When we got close to the entrance still he had no tickets we gave up and went around the back to see if we could find a back door. On our way there we bumped to two guys, one Latino American and a Jamaican man, We had a small friendly talk and they wished us luck with the tickets.Giving up me and my sis sat in a table bombed by disappointment but hoping to see him when it was over, almost certain that we had no chance now that everyone was in. I don’t know what it was but we mentioned tickets and money and three girls who sat in the other table asked if we wanted tickets, we jumped at the chance. She said she had two but wasn’t going to go in cause there was tree of them, they dint wasn’t to leave there friend so was happy to sell us the tickets. We both quickly ran to the bank and got out the 40 pounds that we needed for both tickets. Not caring it was more expensive than normal we bought them and are on our way in.
Overwhelmed with luck we made our way up into the gig room. There was quite a bit of people in quite a small room. We found our place and stood there. Totally enjoyed by my sisters moaning all the way fro the trip I tried not to let the sweatiness and smoking get on my nerves anymore than it already was.
Standing there for about an hour me and my sister were already calling him bad names, finely a band called Strings came on. Totally fucked by the fact he still didnt come up however the band was quite good making me my sister enjoy their music very much. By that time we then realised we stood behind some really big headed girl that didn’t fail to move in front of our little treasured view, again getting extremely angry we forced ourselves not to loose control.Finely a hour after they sang and about 30 min waiting for him.
He was now finely on stage, no getting to see him walking in because of the fucking bitch made me more angry but seeing him had wiped all the anger away. Not quite believing that it was him I glared at him with ought any reaction coming from me. My sister seemed to be doing the works like all the others in that room. I felt myself drift into a endless blackness, I couldn’t do nothing but observe every inch of him. The thick silver chain close to his neck, the black low cut top that made wonders to reveal a glimpse of his manly well muscled chest which to me looked like plastic, the mainly sexy way he drank his water, the veins that popped from his neck, the lovely interesting faces he made as he sang the songs and finely every beloved smile he let out. I enjoyed watching him very much that is cutting the parts that I wouldn’t stop worrying if my sis could see and having to keep moving my head around searching for a view and finely stopping my sisters temper from bursting out of control with the big headed girl, my strong younger sis was ready to hang on the girls hair any second.As time went by the reality dawned on me and sadness overwhelmed me, feeling extremely disappointed I hoped and wished for him to look my way not caring that he wouldn’t see me. He dint even turn his head fully towards my direction what so ever, well at least the times I could see anyway. I did find the courage to scream once or twice saying “sing one for me” or “this one is for me” don’t balm me I couldn’t think of anything else. My sister however did want to embarrass me so she screamed and screamed “oh can my sister go up there with you” dear got I wanted to cry. Hopefully he dint hear, well at least he dint seem like he did.
I did fell fascinated by him completely, enjoying the sound of his voice again trying to print it into my head that it was actually him in there inside that same room as I but trying very hard not to cry cause the evening was almost impossible to enjoy.Walking out my through felt completely blocked with holding back tears, I felt even more hallow when I saw people buy CDs and I dint have anymore money.
Sitting outside I tried to clam myself down begging my tears to go away. So overly disappointed I decided to go home other than waiting for him to come out. Walking to a shop for water tears started to drip, I dint know if it was that I dint get to have what I wanted or dint seem him properly or maybe totally overwhelmed.
On our way home we both looked like crap with our legs hurting caused by the standing all night, like zombies we sat in the train both completely disappointed. When home I told myself I was extremely lucky that I did get in in the first place and got to see him. now feeling a bit less sad I entered the brilliantly James forum and told the girls what had happened knowing they’ll understand my feeling on the evening.I laid in my bed still feeling the rawness on legs I imagined things I wanted to happen, remembering his face and moves I told myself that if I have a dream of him, again a pin point dream that said I would see him tomorrow at the St James church I would give it another try…
The end...to be continued also...
