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spaceageloveblog · 1 year

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So I went a 100 gecs concert.

They are a group I discovered recently. I saw they were coming to Hard Rock Live down at Universal Orlando. I wanted to go. I didn't think she would want to go with me. I felt weird going by myself. Well, not weird going by myself. I was perfectly comfortable going by myself. I guess I felt weird revealing myself to her as being willing to go by myself. I have played some of their songs for her and the kids. I think she thought some of them were good. But I could tell this wouldn't be something she would want to go to. I asked. She said no. I said I'd go by myself. She said that was weird.

She is always doing things. Hey, what are your plans for Thursday? Can you handle soccer practice and dinner with the kids? I am going out with this friend or coworker or whoever. It's fine. I don't mind. More than that, it's good. I relish my time with the kids. And she and I should have our own things. My own things end up being things I do on my own like running or listening to music.

I say she's always doing things, but it's more like once or twice a month. Maybe three times. Rarely three times. It's like 1.5 times per month on average. It's great. She has friends. I don't have friends. Well, I have my friends from high school in Youngstown or college in Cincinnati or grad school and various places in Florida that if we went out for drinks would we have a great time. Or if I called them and said I needed to talk about something important, they would drop everything and call me. But I never need to talk about anything important. I get along great with my coworkers and her friends' husbands and other dads on my kids' soccer teams, but I don't hang out with them on my own. I am living the cliche I noticed my dad and the other dads around me living when I was a kid.

So she is totally supportive that I do things. If I said I am going to have dinner with a friend on a Thursday and asked if she could cover soccer practice and dinner with the kids, she would enthusiastically say yes. So I asked if she could manage soccer practice and dinner for the kids last Thursday so I could go to the 100 gecs show. And she said it was weird but said yes. So I went.

Parking at Universal is the same for theme parks as for the City Walk which is where Hard Rock Live is located. Pulling into the parking structure around 7:30p, a half hour before the opener was scheduled to go on, I was obviously arriving at a similar time to others attending the show. I chuckled to myself a few times taking the 20 or so minute walk from my car to the venue, seeing tourist families dressed as superheroes and minions walking next to gecs fans dressed as frogs and goths.

After getting through the doors, using the restroom, getting myself a $13 pre-tip large Heineken draft, I got to the main floor right at 8p as the opening act, Machine Girl, took the stage. I was a near the bar at the back, in an elevated section behind the bands' tech crew with mixing boards and whatever, in the second row of standing room folks with a good view. I had planned on navigating the place for a while before settling in, but this spot was pretty good and I ended up sticking near here.

Machine Girl was (were?) insanely loud. Glad I brought earplugs. Kept them on for the entirety of their 30 minute set. Not sure which genre you'd call their music, and scrolling through their albums on Apple Music isn't particularly helpful since each one is categorized as something else. Call them electronic non-dance if you will. They were fine. The lead singer certainly got into it, good for him, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Gecs went on just after 9p and I was now against the railing in the front row of that standing room section, as the people in front of me vacated their spots between sets, so I stayed there for the duration. I had finished my beer before they started, so I'd thought for a moment of moving up into that crowd but decided against that because my view was so good.

Part of me going to this show--and maybe trying to go to more shows by myself if she isn't interested--is to recapture a bit of my youth if I'm being honest. I similarly tried to recapture my youth 10 years ago was with Sleigh Bells. I saw them on SNL, playing songs from their 2nd album, thinking they were original and cool. I listened to their 2 albums non-stop (already feeling late the party being one album behind and 10 years too old, with 2 young kids at home and one on the way). Less than a year later, we moved to Orlando and they released a 3rd album and we went to their show. We sat in a couch in a "VIP" area. I wished I could get up and dance but she wasn't as into it so I stayed seated. Looking back I can't believe how old I felt 10 years ago. 10 years from now I will probably feel the same looking back on myself now.

So I didn't go out into the crowd at the gecs show and dance but at least I went to the show. They played all the songs from their new album. They opened with "Dumbest Girl Alive" and "757." I thought the energy was highest for "Hollywood Baby" about midway through, they should probably close with that. "Frog on the Floor" and "I Got My Tooth Removed" were crowd favorites too. The played plenty of old stuff too, otherwise they couldn't fill an hour. I have just listened to their new album so much, I was able to identify each of those 10 songs. The latest of the new songs was "mememe," sandwiched in between a few of their older songs. I think they would have sounded better with a live band but I'm old so of course I would say that. But they only have to split the money 2 ways, so good for them.

I dunno, I'd like to start going to more shows. My ears took a few days to recover despite the earplugs. Part of me daydreamed that I'd talk to some people and start to make Orlando friends to go see live music with, but I didn't talk to anyone. I probably could have struck up some conversations with the people around me between sets. But that's when I was hit with a tinge of feeling weird, the standing there by myself as a the old guy at the show who came by himself. The going there, the getting in, that didn't feel weird. That 30 minutes between sets I felt weird standing their as the old guy. But I moved to the music when they played and even sang along to a some of my favorite lyrics. So I enjoyed myself. I probably would have drank more but I didn't want to lose my spot.

She would go with me to nearly anything if we had seats. So I need to plan accordingly on that for some of the mellower bands I like. We could get dinner first and make a date out of it. We'd both like it. She doesn't like the standing in the crowd thing. It's weird though, I think she likes dancing more than me, we just don't dance together. We used to in college. But not now. I think we'd both like to dance together more but don't know how to talk about it.

So I went to a 100 gecs concert and maybe that's the start of something.

#music #live music #concerts #100 gecs #feeling weird #feeling old #marriage #Sleigh Bells #Hard Rock Live #Machine Girl #Orlando #youth

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temujin27 · 1 year

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Some highlights from the 100 gecs concert in Orlando, FL (5/11/23)

-The crowd booing the union jack/cheering for the Trans Pride flag.

-The vocalist of the opening act, Machine Girl, said that after the show they would challenge Ron Desantis to a steel cage match, kill him and then, as per florida law, become the new governor.

-Machine Girl’s vocalist jumping into the crowd and interacting with them.

-a roadie wearing a Burger King paper crown came onstage, the crowd chanted “BURGER KING” at which point the roadie took a graceful bow.

-A woman in the crowd watching family guy on her phone in between sets.

-Laura saying she lost big “betting it all on red” before they played stupid horse.

-Laura jamming on an electric guitar while Dylan played some strange bowed instrument (that I believe was used for sound effects in 50s horror movies.)

-Laura telling the crowd to scream cause sometimes “it just feels good to scream”

-Laura saying “fuck Ron Desantis.”

-They played “fallen 4 u” and “what’s that smell”, 2 songs I’ve never heard before.

-They played not 1, but 2 songs as an encore

And last but certainly not least:

-Someone recording the show on their 3DS camera.

#florida isn't a lost cause there are good people here #100 gecs #machine girl #hard rock live #orlando florida

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popentertainment-concertphotos · 2 years

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Miloe – Hard Rock Live – Orlando, FL – October 7, 2022

#Miloe #2022 #Concert Photos #Hard Rock Live #Orlando #Hayley Mathis

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daily-grump-moments · 2 years

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short video i took at game grumps live in orlando :)

#game grumps #dan avidan #danny avidan #egoraptor #gg #arin handsome #arin hanson #arin and dan #among us #amogus #hard rock cafe #orlando florida #game grumps live

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merlucide · 2 months

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What’s their taste in music?

notes: playing around with sizing hehe-

characters: Barou, Sendou, Chigiri, Bachira, Reo, Oliver, Hiori, Otoya

barou shoei

classical music 100%

Cmon my dude mediates- how obvious does it needa be? I feel like piano would be his favorite but also really likes cello or other deep string instruments. He normally just puts on the default classical music playlists lmao. Though I do think he would like Red hot chilli peppers for some reason. Definitely hard no on metal or anything really with intense drums. He can’t stand the loud aggressive music, he thinks it’s unhinged and frenetic.

sendou shuto

sendou listens to rap cus he thinks it makes him cooler💀 I can see it so clearly omg-

Listens to Eminem obviously, and his favorite song from him is rap god. His hype song is NEW ORLEANS by BROCKHAMPTON. He feels so badass listening to it lmao. Though what he really likes is pop, Brittney spears, Dua lipa, Lady Gaga, etc etc.

chigiri hyoma

Okay I can see Chigiri liking a few types of music for like different moods yk.

I think he’d like XXXTENTACION, he listens to his more ‘intense’ songs when he runs. He likes YuNg BrAtZ, when he wants to listen to depressing music he likes Orlando.

He’d like rock too, The white stripes and Nirvana would be his go toos.

When he’s getting really into his workout he puts on Disturbed and occasionally SlipKnot when he’s tryna push himself.

ALSO I CAN 100% SEEING HIM LISTENING TO SLEEP TOKEN?!? OMG YEAH???

(RIP XXX.)

bachira meguru

Hear me out okay.

Voicaloid.

IK IK- I think Bachira would really like the fast pace and excitement in their songs. He just likes Hyperpop, it’s like an energy boost he don’t need anymore energy

His all time favorites are Rin Rin Signal and Poppippo.

ALSO THE LIVING TOMBSTONE. UGH HE WOULD LIKE THEM RIGHT???? Discord would be on loop 24/7 are u kidding me

mikage reo

I think that since he grew up classy n rich he’d listen to classical music and such. he really likes Violin/Viola. Listening to it brings him great comfort and peace. Reo really likes Jazz too. Obviously Reo explored other types of music to see what else there is .definitely did it as an act of ‘rebellion’ lmao- He isn’t really a fan of metal or rock but likes Alt. I can see him listening to The neighborhood or Radiohead. He also likes Adele.

aiku oliver

likes the more chill stuff, like Noah Kahan or Big thief. He’s a pretty laid back guy and doesn’t feel the need to rage through music lmao- Though I can see him liking Chase Atlantic. And I know for a fact if you put on any cunty music he’d know all of the lyrics to the songs. Ayesha Erotica, Chase Icon, or even porn-ish singerslike cupcakke he’d know the words to em💀

hiori yo

death metal.

Like we talking cannibal corpse, the fallen prophecies, and on calm days, SlipKnot.

he gotta cope somehow ig😶

Like you could ask him what he’s listening too and expect him to listen to like Drake or sum and he’s like ‘oh I’m listening to Murderous Rampage by Cannibal Corpse’.

.. 😶

Like dawg wut😭

otoya eita

he’d listen to Drake, Lil Uzi Vert and Kanye West without doubt.

Pls he’s the most basic, generic, un-unique ‘frat boy’ ever, of course he’d listen to them. He thinks he all hot stuff jamming out to em, all dripped out in his basic ass fit, and ugly beanie, ew. Ugh I hate this hoe🙄 (jk he’s bbg 🤭) also I’m not hating on any of these artists, I like their music- DONT TAKS NUFFIN PERSONAL PLS

lemme know if u wanna pt2 or whatever mkay

made March 17th 2024

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #barou x reader #chigiri x reader #bachira x reader #reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #Sendou x reader #Sendou shuto x reader #oliver aiku x reader #aiku x reader #hiori x reader #hiori yo x reader #otoya x reader #otoya eita x reader #blue lock imagines

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wwbygd · 6 months

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Motionless In White @ Hard Rock Live Orlando 10/15/23 pt 13

#miw #motionless in white #Chris #chris cerulli #chris motionless #Ricky #ricky olson #ricky horror #Justin #justin morrow #Ryan #ryan sitkowski #Vinny #vinny mauro #chenzo mauro #touring the end of the world

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menitrust · 11 months

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Hello! Our Florida run is in less than two weeks and Ft. Lauderdale & St. Petersburg are already sold out (thank you!!). Looking forward to see you <3 tix: https://menitrust.tumblr.com/

Jun-14, Ft. Lauderdale, Revolution Live (SOLD OUT) Jun-15, St. Petersburg, Jannus Live (SOLD OUT) Jun-16, Orlando, Hard Rock Live

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adore-laur · 6 months

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FRUITCAKE

— a new year’s addition to southpaw 🎆

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The sparkler in Sawyer's hand burns out with a lackluster fizzle, just like the end of another year. Staring at the Orlando skyline, everyone, including the twinkling stars above, is out celebrating tonight. Free spirits roam the streets across the centerpiece lake with liquor-infused veins and festive accessories decorating their faces. Straight ahead, each apartment complex window is lit with strobe lights in various colors and a mixture of music booming in each square.

From where Sawyer stands on an unfamiliar balcony, she is just a spectator on the sidelines. She isn't that much of a social butterfly. Parties of any kind are where her fragile wings curl inward, shy and shielding her from a potentially awkward state of affairs. Dressing up is the only reason she agreed to attend the New Year's Eve celebration at some high school acquaintance's studio apartment. Harry, too, she supposes. He's her date tonight. However, mingling comes much easier to him, so he's probably inside having more fun than she is.

His wrist has just about healed, thanks to the time he's been dedicating to physical therapy. Sawyer has been by his side every day, taking care of him and loving the new way they can be around each other since that stormy night outside 7/11 four months ago. It's been challenging keeping up with his bustling life as a professional baseball player and trying to balance her job with how often he travels, but it all proves to be worth it when she feels giddiness course through her veins whenever she's near him.

Harry is the sole reason why Sawyer looks forward to waking up in the morning. The rays of light that shimmer through her bedroom curtains are nothing compared to when she sees the smile on his face, topped with two dimples that make a home for the sun. A sleepy smile when he picks her up and drives her to work bright and early, always with two McDonald's hash browns and a large orange juice to share in his cup holder. A childlike smile when he holds her hand while strolling through the city, swinging their arms as he points at different houses he would like to live in. Her favorite is a radiant smile when she visits him at practice, and he spots her sitting in the scout seats. He always jogs over to her in his dirt-stained uniform and leans past the barrier to kiss her hello, leaving her with a lingering taste of Bazooka bubblegum. She really likes it when he kisses her.

To put it in celestially simple terms, she's over the moon in love with her sunray.

As the party inside rages on, Sawyer sighs between her chattering teeth. Orlando gets nippy at night, and all she wants to do is fall asleep under a nice, warm blanket. Or against Harry's chest. It's hard as a rock, but she doesn't mind since his hands and lips make up for it.

"Southpaw's not out here with you? Bummer."

The hauntingly familiar voice makes Sawyer jolt out of her lovesick trance, a sudden feeling of unease twisting her stomach into a knot. It belongs to her ex-boyfriend, the one who decided to cheat on her behind her back. She had seen him walk in with his buddies and managed to ignore him... until now.

"Leave me alone, Jordan," she calls out monotonously without turning around to see his smug face.

"You got all dolled up, and your boyfriend isn't even paying attention to you," he says mockingly, his voice and footsteps getting closer.

"Go away."

"Are you two a thing now?" he presses like an interrogator.

Ugh! The audacity to ask such a thing! Sawyer turns to face him and brazenly replies, "That's totally none of your business."

Jordan removes his tattered trucker hat, ruffles his hair, and then puts it back on. "I think it is my business, considering you basically left me for him. You moved on fast."

She laughs to herself. "You're so delusional. Take the hint."

"Whatever," he says dismissively. His dilated eyes grossly run up and down her body. "You dress sluttier now."

Sawyer feels like she just got punched in the gut. It's one thing to hear him insinuate that she changed herself now that she's dating Harry, but it's another thing entirely to be degraded by someone she used to have idle respect for. An unsettling fusion of frustration and embarrassment seeps into the open wounds of her wings. Nevertheless, she puts on a brave face.

"Don't make me get Harry," she says with the most threatening tone she can muster up, "otherwise you'll be leaving here with a black eye."

"All right, all right." Jordan backs away, holding both hands high in surrender like a wimp. "Just don't get your dainty little heart broken."

"Screw you."

He doesn't reply and just gives her one last taunting look before sliding the squeaky patio door open to head back inside. Sawyer crosses her arms defensively and swallows down the burning lump in her throat. She's miserably cold, so she begins to cry. Not a sob, but a puny noise that gets stuck on the way out of her mouth and causes tears to fall past her bottom lashes. She knows wholeheartedly that she shouldn't let Jordan get under her skin. The flippant remarks he spewed are irrelevant and don't deserve to make her sensitive side come out of hiding. His words still hurt, though. Her confidence when she arrived has been completely demolished because of a stupid boy she once knew.

After ten minutes, the patio door opens again, and Sawyer hastily wipes away her tears with the back of her hand. Maybe she should just go back inside and find something to distract her; maybe join in on a lousy game of beer pong in the kitchen or find the television so she can watch Boyz II Men perform on Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve.

Looking up, she sees Harry standing in all his exuberant glory, wearing a cozy brown sweater and his trusty corduroy cap. He's also holding a plate with fruitcake on it. She doesn't have the energy nor interest to ask where he got it and why he has it.

"There's my girlfriend," he says happily, one hand casually perched on the doorframe. "You and me, let's go. They have Heart queued up for karaoke; we're doing "Alone.""

Sawyer wraps her arms around her shivering body. "I don't wanna sing right now," she says, trying to mask the glumness in her voice.

"Why not?" he asks as he walks toward her. "It's our song. Or we could get crazy and do "Barracuda." Or I could ask for "Suddenly, Seymour," if that's more your speed."

"No thanks."

"C'mon," Harry begs, setting the plate on a nearby table and embracing her in his strong arms. He tilts his cap up to smack a few warm kisses on her cheek, then murmurs, "I need you for the harmonies."

"You can do all the parts." He's a decent singer, surprisingly. "I believe in you."

He huffs and starts playing with her fingers, twisting her rings and rubbing his thumb over her glittery nail polish. "Please?"

In her pretty dress and tiara, Sawyer tilts her head and looks at him with big brown eyes that never fail to weaken him. She knows what she's doing—she's been doing it to him for years.

Harry immediately shields his face and says, "Don't give me those eyes."

"Give you what eyes?" she asks innocently.

"Sawyer Alejandra," he says as a warning.

She stomps her foot and cranes her neck back. "Do not use my middle name."

Smirking, he cradles the back of her head to tilt it forward again. "You stomping your foot only makes me want to kiss you. Stop being stubborn and tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing. I just want to go home."

"It's not even midnight yet. Did something happen?"

"No..."

"It's endearing how bad of a liar you are." His inquisitive gaze travels around her face, stopping at the slight wetness visible under her eyes. "Hey," he says softly. "Have you been crying? Why are we crying, baby?"

Sawyer sniffles and stares at the ground. "Is my outfit too much?"

The crème satin dress with a pleated bust outlined in gold flows elegantly down her body just the way she likes it. The tiara on her head arches with glimmering silver beads, an accessory she was so excited to wear. In the full-length mirror at her house, it seemed like the perfect outfit. Now, she's second-guessing it all because of Jordan's imprudent comment.

"Why? You look like an angel," Harry says while drying her leftover sadness with the sleeve of his sweater. "I almost didn't let us walk out the door, remember? We were kissing until we got dizzy."

She quirks her lips to the side and chews on the inside of her cheek. After a moment of insecure contemplation, she quietly asks, "Am I too much?"

He smooths out her eyebrows, his own becoming furrowed. The warmth and gentle caress of his calloused fingertips give her a sense of safety. "What brainless birdie is pecking nonsense into my girlfriend's head?"

"Jordan," she says with a wince. "Um, he came out here and tried to talk to me."

Sawyer braces for impact since his name has always been a touchy subject around Harry. She still remembers the time she told him the news about Jordan cheating. It was almost scary the way he was so willing to throw a screwball at him with a broken wrist. He might have been joking, but she fears he would have done something marginally worse if she hadn't persuaded him to leave it be. Karma probably unleashed her wrath anyway.

"What did he say to you," Harry says, jerking his chin up. It's not a question; it's a demand.

There's no way he's going to let her wriggle her way out of this one, so she truthfully relays, "He told me I dressed sluttier now."

Another brace for impact. Sawyer racks her mind for ways to restrain him if he moves to go find him. Judging by the size of her arms compared to his, she highly doubts she'd succeed.

"Which way did he go?" he asks in a calmer tone. His hand moves to her hip and flexes, almost as comfort for her and a way to suppress anger for himself.

"Please don't cause a scene," she says hurriedly. "The year doesn't need to end in a fist fight. Or another wrist injury."

Harry doesn't listen and glances behind his shoulder. "Do you want me to get him, or do you want to?" he asks through a tightened jaw.

"I think doing neither is the smartest choice."

Looking back at her in bewilderment, he says, "That dumbass made you cry, Sawyer."

"I cry all the time!"

"Yeah, over puppies," he stresses with flailing hand gestures, "and The Golden Girls. This is something serious that clearly made you upset!"

Sawyer scoffs. "Excuse me, The Golden Girls is very serious."

"That's wonderful, babe, but you need to listen to me." He points at himself. "I'm pissed, so what I'm gonna do is go get Jordan and have a civil conversation with him, 'kay?"

"Can I try my very hardest to convince you otherwise?"

Harry starts backing away, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "If you use those eyes on me again, we're going straight home, and you'll be in big trouble."

"I would actually love to go home right now."

He pokes his Shirley Temple-stained tongue out on his way to the door. Just as he's about to turn around, he stops and begins walking forward. He reaches behind his neck to remove his knitted sweater, then gently tosses it to her. "I thought I told you to bring a coat, Sawyer," he says before retreating inside.

The graphic tee she gets a glimpse of fits him well — a little too well — and the thin silver necklace he wears briefly catches in the light, the 'S' pendant he's had for years. He always teases her and says he got it because his last name is Styles. Sawyer smiles at the thought and absentmindedly toys with the 'H' pendant around her neck. She then puts on his sweater and lets his leftover warmth engulf her. It smells like his house, his cologne, his sheets--just him. It consumes her in an overwhelmingly beautiful way.

Harry is gone for no longer than a minute when he comes out again, this time with Jordan trailing behind him like a dog with its tail between its legs. He guides her to a chair and pulls her down on his lap, taking his cap off and sticking it in his pocket like always. Some curls fall over his forehead, and it makes her heart squeeze.

With one tattooed arm winding around her waist and the other holding his ankle propped on his thigh, Harry starts the conversation with a casual, "Long time no see, Jordan."

"Styles." His eyes narrow and shift over. "Sawyer."

"I heard you two already had a chat out here."

He uncomfortably readjusts his footing. "Yeah, we bumped into each other."

"Oh, did you?" Harry asks sarcastically. "You know, you're digging yourself a deeper hole by lying."

"I'm not lying," Jordan replies with too much confidence.

Harry laughs in amusement. "That's funny." Sitting up a bit, he tightens his hold on Sawyer. "I suggest you tell the truth and tell me exactly what you said to her."

"Dude, it's not that big of a deal."

"It is when my girlfriend is involved."

Jordan scoffs and looks around incredulously. "Well, maybe if you were out here with her instead of ignoring—"

"You fuckin' cheated on her, mate, don't tell me—"

"Stop it!" Sawyer blurts, stressfully swiping a hand over her forehead. "Both of you, just stop."

Harry takes a deep breath and cracks his neck. "I want you to apologize," he continues more calmly, "and if you're not willing to do that, then I'd be more than happy to have a little chat with you myself."

Jordan's hesitant body language speaks for itself. He knows not to mess with him. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"Sorry for what?" Harry asks.

"For saying—"

"Speak to her, not me."

Jordan grinds his teeth, making awkward eye contact with Sawyer. "I'm sorry I said that you dressed sluttier now. You... look great. You look happy."

"Thanks," Sawyer mutters while picking at her chipped nail polish.

"See?" Harry says, flipping his palms up. "That's all we needed."

"Can I go now?"

"Sure thing, bud. One last thing: I never want to see your face again or hear that you've been talking to my girlfriend, got it?"

"Jeez, chill out. Happy fucking New Year."

With that, he removes himself from the interaction with a drunken peace sign. The thick tension in the air disperses, and Sawyer releases the breath she'd been holding while curling into Harry's chest.

"Boys are so exhausting."

Harry hums, lightly scratching her back. "You're not wrong."

"Not you, though." She kisses his jaw and then scans the balcony. "Hey, is there a reason why you brought an entire fruitcake out here?"

"Oh, it's— I, uh," he stammers, his shoulders slumping. "I forget."

Sawyer cradles his cheeks and giggles fondly. "You make me laugh, sunray."

His skin grows warmly rubescent under her touch. "I burn brighter when I'm around you. How could I not when I get to hear that laugh?"

She plummets deeper in love, a straight drop into daylong devotion. "My sunray."

"Forever." Harry goes off into his own world for a bit. After studying his surroundings, his face suddenly lights up like he mentally stumbled upon some profound epiphany. "Wait, listen to this. You asked me if you're too much, yeah?" He nods to where the dessert he brought out sits. "You're like that fruitcake. On the outside, people who don't know you assume things about your character, like how people judge fruitcake by its appearance. They say it doesn't look tempting before they even try it. But on the inside" — he gently pokes where her heart is — "there are all these delightful little fruits that make up who you are. They take people by surprise."

Sawyer hides her face in his neck. "That was a really stupid analogy."

"You were so about to smile," Harry says, giving her a playful noogie. "I can tell."

She slaps his hand away. "Ow! I was not."

"Were too."

A sudden boom interrupts their harmless bickering as fireworks begin shooting off in the sky, making Harry instinctively pull Sawyer closer due to the startling noise. They both turn their attention past the balcony railing and admire the colorful, celebratory explosions. They burst and crepitate amongst the stars, grandly signifying the start of a new year. She was so enamored by Harry that she didn't even hear the partygoers chanting the countdown inside.

"It's 1992," Harry says in her ear. Over the thunderous noise, his voice sounds like a deep rumble, but it's still comprehensible to her since she's tuned into him constantly.

Sawyer turns her head to find him already staring at her. She smiles. "Happy New Year."

"Our first year as a couple," he says as he fixes her crooked tiara.

Shyly averting her gaze, she whispers, "Yeah, it is." It's probably impossible to hear.

"Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask, Harry."

"I know." The fireworks look mesmerizing in the reflection of his pupils. "It's just that you get so nervous. I want to make sure you're comfortable since our dynamic has changed."

Sawyer passes a hand over his stomach and hooks her pointer finger in one of his belt loops. "I'm always comfortable around you. Besides, nothing has changed too much, has it?"

"No, I suppose not." He smirks and glances at her lips. “Except we kiss now, which is super cool."

She scrunches her nose. "You're silly."

"In all seriousness," he says with a squeeze to her hip, "take however long you need to warm up to this whole thing. I can be patient for you."

"I'll get there."

"I know. I know you will. We're dating now, but that doesn't stop you from still being my best friend."

Sawyer rests her forehead against his. "I love you," she mouths over the sounds of revelry in the sky.

"In what way?" Harry mouths back.

Beaming, she speaks up loud and clear. "In a way that makes me want to kiss you all the time."

His eyes close for a second before he replies, "You can't say things like that. Shit, you're making my heart go crazy right now."

She places her palm on his thumping heartbeat. "Then kiss me, summerboy."

"Mm. Once I start, I won't be able to stop."

"That's fine by me."

Harry nudges his nose with hers before diving in, capturing her lips with a slight clashing of teeth. Deep and slow, he lets each one linger while guiding her face with one hand. He's a face-grabber when he kisses, and it makes her entire body shudder. She can taste the maraschino cherries he always eats first before sipping his virgin cocktail. Sour and a little bit sweet, something she can never get enough of.

He eventually pulls away with a soft pop. Over the past few months, he's gotten quite acquainted with Sawyer's mouth by kissing her like he's making up for every time he wanted to but couldn't. "I love you so much." Kiss. "And I'm obsessed with you." Kiss. "And I could look at you forever."

Sawyer gets her own kisses in, three smacks in a row that make him hum blissfully during each one. "You'd get bored of my face," she replies breathlessly.

"I would absolutely not." He twirls a strand of her golden hair and stares at her attentively. "Your eyes are such a dark brown, but they still light up when you smile or laugh. I fuckin' love it when they do that. You're my brown-eyed honey angel."

"Do not start complimenting me."

"God, and when I first met you on the beach" — Harry looks off into the distance and shakes his head slowly — "I thought you were so pretty. Like, it blew my mind how someone could be that pretty."

Sawyer presses her fingers against his swollen lips. "Literally shut up, Harry."

"Then I heard your voice, sweet and soft like a songbird." He's giggling through his words now, but they still come out with complete sincerity. "My heart made room for yours right then and there. I was a goner."

She blushes profusely. "Stop it, or I'll push you off this balcony."

"Then you almost gave me a concussion, but I feel like that was fate. You made me dizzy then, and you make me dizzy now."

"Enough!"

"I'm going to love you for a lifetime, Sawyer," Harry confesses candidly. “I hope you know that. You could push me off this balcony, and I'd still follow you to the end of the earth."

"That's oddly romantic, but let's love each other through 1992 first," she tells him, patting his dimpled cheek. "Okay?"

"Whatever you want, fruitcake."

She laughs and shoves his firm chest. "Your nicknames for me suck!"

He steals another kiss, smiling into it. "See what I mean? That laugh lights me up. And hey, fruitcake is a better nickname than shortstop, right?"

"I guess," Sawyer mutters, "but I… I really like it when you call me baby." The last portion is whispered quickly and sheepishly, yet the gleam in her boyfriend's eyes tells her he heard it all.

"Yeah, baby?" Harry murmurs with a satisfied groan as he readjusts her in his lap. “You gotta stop saying things like that. It's got me going weak in the knees." Sawyer bites her lip, causing him to lull his head to the side and clutch where his heart is. “God, everything you do makes me want to kiss you for hours."

So they do. Not for hours, but long enough for the fireworks to fade out and the party inside to die down with remnants of confetti and glitter on the ground. Under the stars, they kiss until they become dizzy with love and secret exchanges of words they have yearned to say to each other for so long. Just the two of them on a random balcony, falling deeper and deeper in love with each other until it's time to go home.

They shine too brightly to be dimmed.

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21-roses-a-day · 2 years

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Sabrina Carpenter during the show in Orlando, Florida. 20.10.2022, Hard Rock Live emails i can’t send tour l NIGHT 14 © Photos by khaIidspirit, SophieSabs13 & decodingswiftie.

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thephotopitmagazine · 7 months

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FROM THE PIT TO THE CROWD: MOTIONLESS IN WHITE WITH KNOCKED LOOSE, AFTER THE BURIAL, AND ALPHA WOLF - HARD ROCK LIVE ORLANDO - ORLANDO FL - OCTOBER 15, 2023

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spaceageloveblog · 11 months

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So we went to a Men I Trust concert.

I started looking for something for us to do together after going to the 100 gecs concert by myself. Noticed Men I Trust were coming to Hard Rock Live on June 16, a Friday night halfway between the end of school and our early July getaway, figured it'd be the perfect timing for a summer date night. Made dinner reservations at Cowfish Burger, a CityWalk restaurant that seemed interesting we hadn't been to be before. We could have a touristy night: dinner, concert, maybe late night donuts at Voodoo on the walk back to the car.

I had never heard of Men I Trust, so I listened to their most recent album. It was fine--listentable enough to buy tickets and put my tourist date night plan into action. Ended up listening to two more of their albums. They were fine too, sounded good, tried to find standout songs, but they all sort of ran together. But I'd play them while I worked, good background music, like halfway between alternative and lofi hip hop, maybe lofi hip hop with smooth feminine vocal on it. Not sure how this would be a live music experience, but she wouldn't care, we'd have a night out, and I got us balcony seats, so we could sit and relax.

We drove down to Universal after work on Friday. Parked in Jurassic Park 406. Took the numerous escalators and moving walkways, through the metal detectors, past all sorts of tourists taking pictures of seemingly nothing. Restaurant check-in was weird, but we got in. They asked us if we wanting inside or outside in the covered area or first available. We picked first available. Got sat outside and regretted it because it was just hot enough to be annoying. But the food was interesting and good enough. Neither of us is drinking right now which makes dinners out weird for me but cheaper.

Walked over the Hard Rock in plenty of time. Two times in a row now I tell myself I don't care if I miss the opening act, but two times in a row I'm there in time to see the opening act start. They didn't sound good. They sounded bad enough for me to worry about a) not bringing ear plugs because they were strangely too loud and b) the overall quality of Men I Trust not being good enough to have this bad of an opening act. Neither concern ended up being an issue as Men I Trust ended up not being too loud and they sounded great.

The opening act stopped their second song midway because someone in the audience passed out. This was weird, everyone was concerned. We looked at each other and said to ourselves, how crazy is this? But then it happened two more times during the opening act and another three times during Men I Trust. Men I Trust handled it better than the opening act. My hypothesis is it was young people waiting for hours in the Central Florida heat for the doors to open, then rushing to the stage to get their spot, standing there for additional hours, completely forgetting about drinking water.

The audience was pretty normal. Not alternative music concert normal but normal normal. Normal clothes. Lots of teenagers I think. Seated in front of was were two unrelated pairs of mother-child combos, one with her daughter, one with her son. One mom looked to be maybe 5 years older than us, the other mom looked to be 10-15 years older than us. No idea how old each of the kids were, maybe 16 to 25? Lots of regular looking people in their 20s and 30s. There was one guy who had his short-sleeved button-up shirt unbuttoned, showing of his huge belly.

Men I Trust sounded really, really good. We were surprised they were sort of a jam bad. There were five of them, spaced the stage in symmetrical and aesthetically pleasing formation. Emma sang and played guitar, positioned centrally upfront. There was another guitar player, a bass player, drummer and someone on keyboards. All guys but for Emma. Again, they jammed. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.

I recognized some songs that I'd saved on playlists that I liked, like "Sugar" and "Oh Dove." A few others stood out that I added to playlists, like "Show Me How" and "Tailwhip" and "I Hope to be Around." (I only listed 5 songs, but I search YouTube for links and the band has made music videos for all 5 of them, which has to say something about them.) I don't know what to make of this music. It's good, it's inoffensive, when I need something on for sound, it works. I've been playing them a lot in the days after the show, I wonder how long it will last because the individual songs still don't stand out much.

After the show we walk out into the Central Florida night. Sun is down so the heat is gone. Walk past Voodoo. There's a long line for donuts, she says nah, we keep walking. You tend to make better decision when you're not drinking alcohol. I wonder how long I'll keep this up. Back home to the suburbs at the reasonable hour of 11 or 11:30, kids still up playing video games. Go to bed happy that I gave myself the day off the next day from running.

So we went to a Men I Trust concert and that's two consecutive months of seeing live music.

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