Nostalgia because I was listening to my old emo music

I was twelve years old when I went to my first concert. I remember begging my dad to let me go because it was a weekday and he only agreed because my neighbor was taking me. She was cooler and older than I was which made me really nervous because I knew a lot of older cooler kids were going to be there and I was this little square nerd looser. 

Chiodos was playing and I believe Boys Night Out was also, or Armor for Sleep <--- idk really they always played here. It probably wasn’t the best show I could have gone to for my first time because I got my ass kicked. This really did surprise me because I thought people were going to be nice to me for my age, but those little bastard scene kids didn’t give a fuck. I went to school the next day with bruises all over my body and my ass hurt (see I literally meant they kicked my ass). Regardless - I had the best time of my life and I felt really cool going to my friends the next day at school and explaining how amazing my night was and how I even met the lead singer Craig Owens from Chiodos.

He was sitting alone at the area above Jillians when we saw him. We were nervous to say hi but we built up the courage to do so. I told him they were great, and in return he thanked us for coming out, and he signed my ticket. From that day on Chiodos was my favorite band, I saw them live every time they came to Las Vegas (7 in total before Craig left the band) and I met them every chance I could get (5, yeah I’m creepy).

I was 16 and on my way to see Bring Me The Horizon (seriously a crappy band I never really liked them) until I got my wallet stolen; inside I had 40 dollars for my ticket, a note from my neighbor, a Barnes and Noble gift card my little brother gave me for Christmas, and my signed ticket of my very first show. I was heart broken and still am truthfully. (IF I EVER FIND OUT WHO IT WAS I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU BITCH, I WILL FUCKING TAKE YOUR EYE BALLS OUT AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ASSHOLE BITCH!) I couldn’t hold in the tears when I found out and I even cried in class. I didn’t care that they had stole my money, I didn’t want to see that shitty band anyways. I was upset that they stole from me what had so much sentimental value. They stole my favorite memory and the note from my neighbor who accompanied me that day. It was a note that could never be replaced because she had passed away.

I am now 19 and not too long ago my boyfriend was cleaning out his room and looking through his old stuff. He came across his ticket of the very same show (my first concert) and he gave it to me. It is the nicest thing anyone could ever do for me, and I will always love him for that. 

Even though I don’t listen to Chiodos so much anymore, I’m very excited that Craig decided to join Chiodos again and that they’re already playing new shows. I definitely plan on going when they come back to Vegas :’-)