The MCR concert was fucking epic. Holy shit.

I have no words. It exceeded all my expectations and probably converted my friend who isn't an mcr fan into one. There was fire and fireworks, explosions everywhere, death and Dalas cowboy cheerleader copycats. It wasn't planned by Gerard or anyone at all but the fans turned the whole stadium pink at I don't love you, it was pretty because it looked like stars and stuff, but it was also scary because wtf that's a lot of people. After the whole rock opera that was the story of Draag they finished it off with songs from their other albums, they finished the show off with Helena which was just perfect. I screamed my lungs out, got merch, accidently got the probably the rarest shirt and only found that out today. My everyday mcr bag that I got at a thrift store for like 5 bucks all the way back in summer turned out to be vintage concert merch that's worth 300 bucks and I'm still processing that.

My final words are; Holy. Fucking. Shit.