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meepsel wrote:

 i dont drink to much cuase otherwise i must pee all the time...


 

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XxRaquelxX wrote:

PART TWO

The doors opened at 6:00, and I got a great place on the rail. Me and my boyfriend were talking to the security guards. They were really nice guys. But here's the thing........... I hadn't eaten or drinken anything in about 12 hours, other than half a can of diet Pepsi and beef jerkey. I was really excited, so I didn't feel hungry or thirsty. Before Godsmack came out, this dude got on the mic and told us that the show was SOLD OUT and that Metallica was going to play a little longer! Awesome!

Godsmack came out to play, and they were cool. They left and then Metallica came out! They played NO LEAF CLOVER --- MY FAVORITE SONG! I started screaming my ass off! It was awesome.





And then... (and this is where the story gets quite interesting ------ and very embarrassing)










An hour goes by, and suddenly the day starts catching up to me. Actually, saying "the day hit me like a ****ing brick" is a more accurate description. I hadn't eaten, I was severly dehydrated, and it was very very hot and noisy. I started feeling a little dizzy, so I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. But things got worse, and my ears started ringing louder than the music. I got tunnel vision and I felt like I was going to fall over. I nudged my boyfriend and signed "weak" in sign language because I couldn't talk. I layed my head on the rail hoping I wouldn't pass out.



The next part I'm going to tell you is second hand information, because I don't remember any of it.



About half a dozen security guards, including one of Metallica's body guards, swarmed me. They said "open your eyes Raquel" (I remember hearing that part). "Open your eyes, if you don't open your eyes, you can't stay." At that point, I passed out, and my boyfriend and the security guards caught me. They pulled my body over the barricades, but only half of my pants came with me (good thing I was wearing cute undies!!!). They sat me down on something against the stage, and I remember them trying to make me lie down on the concrete, but I refused. I don't remember if I walked out of the arena or if they carried me out. My boyfriend says they carried me, but for some reason I feel like they walked me out.

The next thing I remember is coming to in a chair just outside of the stage area. This medic was taking my blood pressure and pulse. I jumped up and said "NO! I want to go see the show!!" I started walking away but they grabbed me and made me sit down. They gave me some water, and I felt MUCH better. I heard Metallica start to play Sad but True, and I told them to hurry up because I was going back out there whether they wanted me to or not. Finally they finished making sure I was ok, and I had to sign a medical release, and I went back out onto the floor.
My boyfriend and I worked our way back up to the front, and EVERYBODY was SUPER NICE! People were stepping back and letting me go forward because they had seen what had happened. When I got to the front, Jeremy gave me his spot on the rail! I told him "No, I don't want your spot! You EARNED that spot by waiting six hours in the cold!" but he insisted.

I stood on the rail with my cup of ice water, rocking out a little more carefully than before. Honestly, I was really out of it, and I don't remember much of the second half of the show. A few minutes later, Kirk, who I assume had seen me go down, made his way to our half of the stage. He looked down at our section, and he saw me standing there against the rail. He gave me a wink as if to ask "are you ok?" and I winked back to say "Yup, I'm back!". Then he smiled the biggest grin right at me and nodded his head. And at one point in the show after I had gotten back to the front of the floor, James said "Now, are you all ready to give me every last ounce of energy?!" and then pointed right at me. It was so cool and I felt so special!

When the show ended and the guys were throwing their picks out in the audience, the security guards who had helped me picked the picks up that had fallen in front of the barricades and put them in my hand! They all kept telling me "Welcome back! Welcome back!" -- sympathy picks!

I was so embarrassed! I passed out, 10000 people and Metallica saw my undies, but I got four guitar picks and met some cool people! It was a very interesting experience!

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