Somehow, in spite of my entire lifetime of concert participation, I had forgotten my camera. Charged, fitted in its case, and situated adjacent to my waistpouch, I had managed to omit it during the packing phase. Having only realized it 75% of the way there, we looped back, then embarked on the trip once again.
- my name
- OMW (a very rough rendition unfamiliar to the band)
- Let Me (English Ver)
- last breath
At 6:39 PM, Mark would disappear backstage. During this time, we continued to chat with two other fans in the proximity. Both revealed themselves nearly a decade younger than the Thai ahgase and I. They had just commenced post-secondary education and spoke with a greater degree of familiarity to new generation artists than in-depth knowledge of the Ahga-world. One had travelled from New Brunswick, while the other from Montréal. Neither held Ahgabongs in their hands.
At 8:12 PM, the opening artist, named weswes, would introduce himself to us in an all-white ensemble. His voice was rung throughout the hall, but his face was barely visible underneath his white bucket hat.
"Markie" Tuan entered the stage shortly afterwards at 8:46 PM.
It was worth noting that the choreography was interesting in its consistent illustration of the lyrics. It's not exceedingly common to find moves that depict the lyrics throughout the entire song, but rather moves that follow the beat and range in dynamic. The same pattern can be observed in the lyric-writing method throughout Mark's album. Rhyming patterns, tones, and concepts were similar and again, very consistent. Both of these elements align with his ability to enunciate with impeccable clarity, nixing the need to look up lyrics at all.
All had been jolly up to the final song, at which point he hopped into the first few rows of the crowd for fan interactions. The mass of concert attendees crowded towards the right side of the stage, dragging the Thai ahgase and myself with it. Seven rows somehow compacted into three.
When he suddenly jumped up and dashed for the left side, another scramble occurred. I was pushed from all directions, as were the girls around me. Some lost their footing amidst the chaos of it all, and some jackets were shed and stepped on. Had I reacted as quickly as I did, I too would have likely been trampled in the crowd. My beaming white shoes ceased to be streak-free after this calamity.
Though fatigued, the Thai ahgase kindly waited for me to be joined by the group before calling her Uber home. But, as it would turn out, that group had no intentions of leaving immediately.
At the late hour of 11 PM, I could withstand the exhaustion no more and called an Uber home. The carpooling group had proven profoundly unreliable.
"I wish you told me you planned to wait." I professed while getting into the Uber.
"I didn't know either!" She defended. "It's just Mark's her ult bias."
But even "ult biases" don't give the right to impose unplanned delays. That evening, I crashed into bed at 2 AM, thoroughly plagued with pains in the upper and lower body.