Concert time…

It’s been more than a year since I went to a heavy metal concert. The last one was Epica’s (April 16^th 2010), so I kind of miss the feeling of being surrounded by people who are experimenting those wild feelings someone can only perceived during a concert.

When I knew that Sirenia was coming to Peru to give a concert next October 25^th , I was happy because finally I could go and enjoy their music live... but something about going to a concert still makes me feel worried… My mom is going with me…

I supposed that this time I was going to go alone, but that idea didn’t like my father so he said he would buy a ticket for my mother to accompany me. It’s not like it bothers me, because my mother also enjoys the music I listen to and she doesn’t tell me things like “don’t do that wild head banging thing, or, don’t you dare going where the crow is… It’s dangerous”. No, my mother, I think, enjoys seeing me acting just the way I feel I should act. I like that. The thing I dislike it’s that I always have to go with someone else to look out for me. I can’t be independent when I want to go to a concert and that annoys me.

The first heavy metal concert I went was on 2007. I was still at High School so, I didn’t care my mother went with me. She even accompanied me to meet the band I liked (Angra), and as she speaks Portuguese she talked to them nicely. It was great. (I got their autographs).

Then, on 2009 I went to Iron Maiden's concert. This time, my brother went with me and we spent a great time together. It was really nice to share a moment like that with him. I repeated it on 2010 when I went with him to Metallica’s concert, and that concert, and experience, was more that great… It was wild. I will always remember it with a smile on my face. That same year I went to Epica’s concert with my mother again, and we had a wonderful time together because my mother loves Epica, too. So she knew some songs and sang along with me.

But, this time I really would like to go alone. I know my father won´t allow it because he still thinks that people who likes heavy metal (especially man) always go there very drunk and in drugs. Well, he is not really wrong, but not everybody acts like that.

I think that maybe in the future (when I am able to buy my ticket with my own money) I will be finally able to go alone to a concert. Until then, I will enjoy the company of my mother and my brother, and it’s not that bad since we always have wonderful experiences during the concerts we’ve attended, and we save all those experiences in our hearts and memories. I’m so lucky to have such relatives!