The Rise and Fall of My Pants Tour: November 17, 2011 (Part Three)

All Time Low:
They made us wait for a half hour before they started playing. It was horrible! By now I just wanted to sit down because my feet hurt so much. I wouldn't leave my spot, though, I was so close to the stage and could see perfectly. There was this kid who looked a lot like Jeremiah (I have the feeling I'm spelling his name wrong) in front of me. When ATL came on you felt it. Everyone started screaming and pushing. Reminded me so much of the first concert I went to. They started playing and I just kept moving forward. Thankfully, it was mostly girls and wimpy "skater" guys there so I was able to push around a lot easier then I would have if it was mostly guys. I didn't want to loose Kierra so when I moved I'd look for her and want to pull her up but she didn't want to. Carly dissappeared for a little while and came back with a water.. Oh my gosh was it the most heavenly thing ever. Like 20 people asked for a sip and the water was gone in seconds. (It's common courtesy to let anyone who asks have a sip. If you're scared of germs don't bring it into the crowd.) Kierra crowd surfed and she looked so happy! During their last song, Dear Maria, they wanted someone to start a mosh pit. The "mosh pit" that was started had to be the weakest one I have ever seen. It was pretty much a bunch of guys jumping around and bouncing off of each other. During this time though, I was able to get literally two feet from the gate. It was lovely... until Jack jumped onto the gate and starting touching people. Everyone pushed forward and climbing on each other.
I was in the dead middle of that!! Oh my Max. I couldn't breathe or move. But I touched Jack like 20 times and that made up for it. You can't even see me I'm that short. It doesn't look as bad as it was.

Kierra looking very proud after catching a water bottle that Jordan from The Ready Set threw.


After the show we went home and I felt like passing out. I didn't even go to sleep when I got home because I knew if I did I wouldn't get up the next morning. That was my punishment for going to a weekday concert--- going to school the next day.

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