It was a last minute decision.
My friend and I decided to catch Maroon 5 in concert. So we trooped to the Araneta Coliseum with bated breath.
Armed with only also had fifty bucks on my pocket, I rocked on.
The place was packed - mostly by girls. But I didn’t mind.
Raft3r would shell out more dough just to get a glimpse of such wonderful species.
I immediately befriended the girl seated next to me. She was wearing those extremely notorious short shorts that leave almost nothing to the imagination.
Of course, I showed interest. I asked her what her major is. The chick said she’s in junior high. I immediately traded seats with my buddy.
With only two studio albums to boot, I wondered just how much materials can the group perform for an hour or so. Maroon 5 also received dismal reviews for their live gigs.
Raft3r was resigned to the idea that the night would be a major disappointment.
Let’s face it. Adam Levine is no Brandon Boyd. I have seen Incubus in concert. They were awesome. Levine’s live singing voice sounded like Rica Peralejo’s - squeaky and high pitched.
As the curtains rose, my ear drums were almost shattered due to the heavy screaming of teenage girls. Raging hormones and puberty are not a pretty good combination.
My white Lacoste sneakers were stepped on a lot by high school girls who jumped like crazy and ran closer to the stage upon sighting the lead singer. Darn it! I should have worn flip flops instead.
I went home a little after midnight. In a matter of hours, I need to get up for work.
Whoever thought that a Wednesday night would make a good time for a rock concert is an absolute idiot.