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Me and Wheatus at the Leicester Charlotte

ok. i thought id right this b4 i went to bed, coz as those of u who no me, my memory sucks!
anyway, jo and i arrived around 3ish, we wandered around town, got a subway meal deal for 99p! chatted to the missionaries 4 a while, and found the gig
we met up with char, sam and rach there, it was really ace to meet you guys! thanks for being so nice 2 me!
we waited around a long while! then around 4.30, just as gemma and jane arrived, wheatus did too,we didnt get 2 chat, as they had to load all the equipment in and stuff.
we had been joined by cinamon swirl and her daughter and samthewheatusfan, sorry if i 4got neone!
jo sat in some chuddy, and while i was trying to get it off, pete came out, he said dont hurt yourself, so i laughed and told him y i had it, he looked at me half disgusted, and made his quick exit, i tell u wot, no matter how hard i try, i always manage to say something to make and idiot out of myself! how embaressing!
it came to soundcheck time, eventually rob let us in and we then realised just how small the place was! they almost filled the stage! mike was playing down in front of us and was asking me if i thought the piano was too loud or something, to be honest, my ears were hurting anyway, so the piano made no difference! mike then procedded to scare off cinamon swirls daughter, poor kid! they did leroy a few times, and that was about it. brendan was cool, he kinda 'missed' out the swear words, so as not to let the lil girl hear them, bless him!as soon as it was over, rob kicked us out, although, aparently, he was in a better mood then normal.
cue more waiting, and i became very possesive over a spot which i thugh was the front, only to be told, they let u in the other doors! thanks samthewheatusfan for letting past! eventually they let us in, around 8.30, and we got to the front, uncle brian didnt come on till about 9.30!
the crowd were thrashers, thats the only word i can think of. even though ben kept on pleading for them to stop, they kept on, well, thrashing. we were getting well hurt! a really nice lady (sorry, i 4got ur name already!) kept on trying to protect us, and sam and me were ready to kick off! there were some right idiots. some of us ended up kind of cowering, and crouching when we thught they were gonna surge
onto wheatus. they were on excellent form! and after brendan had a word with them about their thrashing, they on the whole stopped, or at least, it didnt get as far as the front, so we were able to enjoy the show more, without being pushed onto the stage!
by the time it was coming to the end, wed kinda got a technique, u kinda half bend ur legs against the stage, and then it braces more for the impace, it u know wot i mean. when it was dirtbag time, i seriously feared for our lives, everyon surged forward and trampled us to try and get to the stage, mike had to stop them in the end!
after the show, i kept on trying to get brendans attention, so i could get a pic with him, but by the time i did, he was saying he would be back in 15 mins, after a shower, he never returned. i was gutted, it was my last chance, because (unless something dramatic happens) i think tht was most probably my last show of theirs. id wish it could be different, but hey, some things are out of ur control
i spoke a bit to liz, who said it did look painful when we kept on being thrust onto stage (and not in the good way) and kathryn, shannon and pete, i told pete he was lucky to be able to be behind the screen, at least it was safe! he was like yeah, but it was drafty! (or something like that)
we got put outside, and waited for them a bit more, then shannon came outside and said they werent coming down, he said something about 'talking shop' and beer or seomthing, i asked him to bring the beer down, lol, he declined
thanks u guys for hanging with me and being ace! hope to speak to u all soon, ill post my pics as soon as i get the back!
goodnight
melanie
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