Athos
broken Comte de la Frere
I write this down, just to tell this story to someone who understand. I have to tell it somewhere.
Friday, dec. 15th, Dusseldorf. My first Morrissey Concert. I bought tickets, expensive tickets for my Girlfiend and myself. In my Girlfriends car we travelled to dusseldorf. I was so happy, just a few minutes and I would see Morrissey live. And then...a very stupid and senseless struggle beetween my Girlfriend and me...an suddenly she vanished! I looked for her but couldnt find her (how should I under 6000 people?) I left the hall to find her probably outside but...nothing! I went back to the hall, the securities didnt let me in again. So I listened from outside and travelled back with subway and trains to my hometown (it took over 2 hours).
So, i lost my Girlfriend and I didnt saw Morrissey. What began as the best day in my life turned to the worst day in my life.
I could cry if I remember that godamned day.
I guess I will never have the chance to see Morrissey again.
I got bad luck, oh yes, I did. Just alittle punchline: my girlfriend was in the hall while I searched her outside, and she saw the whole show but she didnt knew Morrissey before she met me. That is ironic at its best.
I just wanted to type this down, because to feel better.
Friday, dec. 15th, Dusseldorf. My first Morrissey Concert. I bought tickets, expensive tickets for my Girlfiend and myself. In my Girlfriends car we travelled to dusseldorf. I was so happy, just a few minutes and I would see Morrissey live. And then...a very stupid and senseless struggle beetween my Girlfriend and me...an suddenly she vanished! I looked for her but couldnt find her (how should I under 6000 people?) I left the hall to find her probably outside but...nothing! I went back to the hall, the securities didnt let me in again. So I listened from outside and travelled back with subway and trains to my hometown (it took over 2 hours).
So, i lost my Girlfriend and I didnt saw Morrissey. What began as the best day in my life turned to the worst day in my life.
I could cry if I remember that godamned day.
I guess I will never have the chance to see Morrissey again.
I got bad luck, oh yes, I did. Just alittle punchline: my girlfriend was in the hall while I searched her outside, and she saw the whole show but she didnt knew Morrissey before she met me. That is ironic at its best.
I just wanted to type this down, because to feel better.