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So the concert was spectacular, genuinely… Even as I slurred my speech, and grew hoarse of voice from screaming out at the band… The beginning was wracked with nervousness in my mind, but all that was relieved after the transit fiasco had finished, and we arrived before doors opened… The situation was very different from the last social foray which I and my significant other participated in, but some of the same players were there, both good and evil… At the end of the night, though, evil lost out, and the positive vibes nestled deep down inside of both of us because of entertaining and interactive relay that the night had become… The first act was seated in a little cove next to the stage, and was impressive with the capacity to mix signals effectively… The best had yet to come, and the frenzy was excitingly palpable all throughout the venue… When we arrived, we hit the local pub next door, and partook of a couple libations… Wetting the whistle for more drinks to come, and after standing by the bar within the venue, we had our first pleasant personal interaction with other people that night… A couple of musicians out for the excitement of the occasion, but it was a lovely bit of proof for me that not all human beings are despicable, especially as the intoxication kept a steady buzz in my brain… However, it was when one of these enlightened beings interacted with me personally, and we stood outside chatting about this or that with musical delight indeed that a small pool of residual crap began rolling in… At the time, I was enthusiastic and forgetful in the great feeling I was having, and I even reached out to congratulate the opening posse of players who began the performance momentum… Some photos were taken, but I know not of whose hands they are residing within at the moment, such is life… It was during a slight discussion of the benefits of a heavy metal band that the ‘birdface’ appeared… At first, friendly interactions in a positive light were quite involved, but this creature was an echo from the past I was unaware of at the time… After walking back into the venue, the second half was beginning their performance, and the beauty of their work was fantastic to behold… Even through the howling of one coyote-driven flight of the intruder, the music and visual splendor had a powerful impact, and remembering the past was made all the more apparent as the vital part of awareness that it is… When they left the stage, I was still a jolly interpreter of these moving aspects I was a part of, but ‘birdface’ came back… It was disheartening to experience, and to suddenly realize the past from which the creature had come, I was very much stunned into asking for forgiveness from my darling… My love walked away then, and almost felt totally betrayed by the hostile mood that was impeding the relationship… I stood there stunned, and left talking to one of those newly-acquired musical friends mentioned previously, discussing the tragedy of the situation and figuring out how to bypass the extreme negative energy that had dissolved the good mood… A very helpful discussion in fact… Inside the venue, I met my love again, and professed that ‘birdface’ was not going to destroy this night any further… The energy needed to change, and it did… No more the ‘birdface’ squawked in either of our close proximity… As now the main act was there, and Kevin is his name, surrounded by the closest of his musical confidants… They splendidly compelled the audience to pull away from their preconceived insensitive behaviors, and my love and I began moving through the crush of people against the bars of the cage, hugging together with reaffirmed faith in one another… I began screaming away my voice and hearing the closer we approached, and each player in the mosaic of sound was primed and intense upon making the magic happen… Two encores later, everything was a different shade of pleasant, and I felt bolstered by my will to confidence… Our new musician friends said their goodbyes to us, we stood overwhelmed by the events that had just taken place, and still feel the positive flow through these words now and forever more… We talked and waited for the lights to grow bright, and then in my state, I began shaking hands and congratulating the musicians that had just performed there… We were both in anticipation to meet Kevin personally, and though doubts were raised about his appearance after the concert, we both decided and were determined to stick around… He appeared to my love first, as the queue gathered to catch an autograph or two, but we were not like that at all… We stood before him, and my love proudly displayed the honest emotion felt for his expressions, they connected truly and a hug was the reward… Whereas I showed the kind sir before us a picture of our cat who we have saved from tragedy, and named in our mutual admiration and appreciation after Kevin… He was touched and told us so, and my love felt so spiritually recharged, positivity flowed all throughout us both… The face and expression that my sweetheart was showing me melted my heart… The night was bright as a sunlit street in midday… So I ask you, What Would Ohgr Do?…