I just got into VIXX this past week, like I hardcore fell for them. Infinite, who? (Sorry I’m so disloyal…)
I keep thinking about how I should have gone to the Milky Way showcase instead of One Great Step. It was bb Leo’s birthday and everything, but too be fair, OGS was a somewhat early birthday for Dongwoo. But still, it was actually Leo’s birthday to the day :( It would have been a better birthday present to myself to see Leo bb. (Side note: November babies are the best). I completely regret not getting into VIXX earlier. Well, I also regret not getting into Infinite earlier.
Instead of concentrating on all the schoolwork I have, I’m being neurotic about VIXX; I actually need therapy.
I have to get my thoughts down before they disappear…
Currently, my body is tired but my mind is not; it’s riding the wave of adrenaline released into my body from today’s overstimulating events. I find myself questioning whether the past 12 hours of my life were actually real, or was it all just a dream? A happy, joyous dream that leaves me feeling sad and melancholy when I wake…
Waking up this morning, I couldn’t have predicted how today would play out. Arriving at Nokia Theater, I was met with a barren, deserted area. To kill time, I sat at a table, sipping my tea, and doing my class reading. Unfortunately, time goes slowly when you want it to pass quickly and it flies by when you most want it to slow down. As more people trickled in, I mustered up the courage to introduce myself to other Inspirits. As the crowds grew even larger, I met more and more kind, generous, and accepting Inspirits.
Minutes before the doors open and it was difficult to speak or make a sound. I passed security quickly and upon entering the theater and hearing/seeing “Come Back Again” on the side screens, I broke out dancing and singing. I can barely remember the next three hours. I can remember the screams, shrieks, and squeals of teenaged girls. In fact, I can’t forget them. I remember my disappointment in not being able to reduce the physical distance between me and Infinite. I remember the tears: the ones that threatened to glide down my cheeks during “60 Seconds” and the ones gently shed by the members of Infinite. I remember the confusion of when it all ended.
My body is taking over the mind. The need to sleep is taking over, but I’m scared of falling asleep. It means that this day is over and another day rises. It means today really was just a dream and another dream must begin.