I went to the Tool concert, indeed.
Section 304, row 10, seat 1.
I was four rows and three seats away from where I was supposed to be. I was shaking, I was cold and I was wide open. After all, this is Maynard we speak of....
For about 20 minutes, there was only chatter, loud chatter like a game, and the marquee around the arena. I was nerves; wouldn't it be so loud, and wouldn't I have a panic attack from the noise like I do when people cheer in the gym at school while the band plays, remember how I ran out of the band room that day they started to practice and I was sitting in the center of them? I lost my mind, really. Lucky I was quiet about it....

They came out, and Maynard spoke, but I couldn't hear him at first because the crowd was cheering.
And the first song they played was "Jambi", which I had been listening to in the car on the way there. So I was startled. I was completely calm after that, and we all sang along, and we were loud, and some of them moshed, some of them headbanged, some of them sat in their seats, and some stood, and when we sang along we sounded like one great big choir....
And it was dark, except the lasers. Great bright lasers, spreading, splitting, splintering, to the rhythm, to our voices, and then to nothing but themselves, and onstage Justin making love to his bass fairly, and Adam being reserved and passionate in his own right, and Danny battling it out at times with a man that came on the stage- they had a battle on their drums during "Lateralus"- and there, there was Maynard, singing, screaming, even better in person, and it was so unreal....could this really be the same person whose voice has lulled me to sleep four years now? I found that strange. I found it stranger that I felt comfortable, as if I'd only gone to a concert Jeff's band was giving or something. As if I knew him, like I could possibly know him, sure.

Mm.

It wasn't at all like I expected. I didn't shriek or scream or anything like the girls were doing, didn't whistle ( I can't whistle), I only sang along, and sometimes I threw my fist in the air, and danced in my own little way (how could I help but dance, music moves me so). And the lasers at one point divided so that they spread in a net beneath my section, cutting us off from the 200 and 100 and standing room sections, like we'd been separated into a whole other world, almost, the way it looked, so dark above and below but for the lasers (they were green at that point but sometimes they were purple, sometimes blue, sometimes red and white.)

Last song was "Vicarious". And I was sad. I was incredibly, deeply sad, and empty, because I realized it was over. We came, we saw, and we left. Something so important to me might have been another day to the others, even to the band themselves, and could you believe that by tomorrow life would be exactly like it was yesterday? How depressing.

I think that I'm in love, isn't that funny? What a teenager I've become suddenly.