(Approx. 0830 Hours) School began at roughly 8:30 in the morning for students today (Wednesday 27th of October 2004) at Ironwood Ridge Highschool, save for the talk. Yes, conversation was adamantly centered on the Ashlee Simpson concert, due to commence in just two hours. MTV cameramen were setting up... but foremost in my mind was the fact that many, many students were planning on crashing the concert. For that sole reason was I so anxious for the concert to start.
The hour and a half before the concert was murder. We got no work done, and everyone was getting WAY too excited. Then the bell rang and there was a mad rush for the gym. We were packed in there, and the loser station KRQS was setting up the stage and whatnot. Cameramen and school administration was going NUTS out on the floor. I was seated in the bleachers immediately to Ashlee's right.
Ryan Cabrerra stepped up,and the girls went wild with an ear-piercing yell that... pierced my ears. The he started singing. I think. I couldn't understand a word. The special ed kids started dancing. It was HILLARIOUS! They jumped out of their seats and started their own little mosh pit, just dancing all crazy-like. What's sad is that I can't dance that well.
Then Ashlee came up and if I thought the cheers for Cabrerra were bad -- HOLY CRIZAP! OUCH! Escorted by her body guard (huge black dude that could rip out your intestines if he wanted to) was Simpson herself. Much smaller in person, I'll tell you. She had black punk hair, knee-high leather boots, one of those stupid skater belts, and weird pants. They were gray punk pants that went down to her shins. And she had a black shirt. It looked like the Goth with Downs.
She decided not to lip-sync, instead she opted to sing off-key for us. To solve this problem they turned the music up to about 3 times the human threshold for pain. That way we wouldn't notice her lack of talent. And her dancing -- UGH! She resorted to strange epilleptic convulsions in order to convey coreography. She would twitch one leg, as if having a muscle spasm,and then twist her body like she was having the most retarded seizure in the world, and the freshmen would go wild. YAY! WE LOVE HORRIBLE MUSIC AND DANCE AND UGLY POP STARS! HOORAY!
There were two girls in my entire section who actually cared about Simpson. They really got into the concert -- jumping up and down, waving glowing cellphones back and forth during slow songs, screaming like... girls. We elected to shoot them, but luckily the concert was only an hour long and we didn't have time to find a gun. My pictures didn't come out right, because although the room was dark, there were several windows right behind the stage from my angle. And guess what? The sun was shining through -- silhouetting everything. So I had to take some tricky shots of the audience. I'll get a pic or two up here later on.
To sum it up, I just wasted an hour of my life listening to the sounds of a dying goat and watching a freak jump around to freaky fans. Now if only someone could win a Linkin Park concert. I would kiss them and call them daddy/mommy.
