And I'm tracing over your letter,
To see if your intentions are as good as mine.

But you're getting worse,
I swear it.
It's hard to prove you're an understatement.
You're getting worse, and I know;
That you'll be calling me again.

opening. trampled; came hurdling, and i was separated from my one friend. the thought of not being able to find her again in this massive crowd was not on my mind. the lights were down and we knew what to expect. the first sight, my eyes widened. i expected myself to freak out, but i couldn't. i was in shock;

i've listened to them on my ipod walking down the hall; laying in bed; they were my profile song over 7months ago; and they're less than 2 feet from me. i wasn't jumping- the people around me were so close, that when they jumped, i did.
"i hope none of you fuckers have h1n1, cause i'm touching all of you!"
it's true. a complete stranger was pressed up against me, sweating and dancing.
with the other bands, it was emo show stance. "look at the one lone kid actually dancing"
but now, everyone was moving. pump that fist! and groooooove. shout the lyrics, he might hand you the microphone. (i caught it.)
attempts at getting close. kicked in the head and shoved on my way, adrenaline thumping, saying "don't worry about it, you're practically there". stupid bitch with her camera. someone thought it would be a good idea to grap the cord, and it's lost in a sea of pre pubescent sweat and excitement.
i hand jordan his microphone. "this girl over here caught it"
its Ms Girl, thank you. but just call me This, dreamboat.
"...this is more up close and personal". you bet. no time for insecurities, off goes the jacket and a tank top it is. clouds of sweat, and i don't even mind the stench. i'm too focused; i've got to do it.
tapping Ms takeapictureeverysecond. mouth to her; can you move? i wanna go up! pointing towards stage1. fat guy helps. and bam!
"i hope she sees me!!"
i'm sharing a stage with them.
oh, not anymore.
sweaty stranger hands holding me up and pushing me around. "stop pulling my shirt down, perv".
yeah, cause they heard me.
and back to the exact same spot.. i did it. what i've always wanted to, but it still doesn't feel right.
my friends over you: all or nothing.
just enjoying the view now, getting into it.
when suddenly.. the opening cord begins. when that first line is sung, i go apeshit. I HAVE TO GET UP THERE! Ms. takeapictureeverysecond doesn't wanna move, wouldn't want to miss her 34982939th shot, eh? but i prop my foot up. i got this.
and i run over to the middle.
she better see me!
I'M RIGHT BY JORDAN. "hey, sup?"
and splashhhhhh.
out a little, and back for one more? yeah, i can dig that.
and then back to the same spot. some guy catches me. he reminds me of my exboyfriend, and he's annoying me "i'm going to push you back to the stage!" "NO DROP ME HERE!"
and we argued about this for a while.
shoved my way down, and pushed through the mob.
i need water, i hit my head, my muscles ache.
i feel so good.



"i mean, how cool would it be to say you crowdsurfed at new found glory?"