• ‘Concert kids’ these days

    Alice Bustos-Orosa

    Alice Bustos-Orosa

    Last weekend, my daughter, Tricia with her cousin, Janelle, finally made it to the much-awaited One Direction concert in Manila.

    A day in June last year, her dad and I pitifully looked on as our teenaged daughter desperately sobbed for One-D tickets that my husband tried to buy her that morning.  It was so painstaking for her to accept that just as her dad’s turn came at the ticket booth, he was told that the last tickets had been sold to the lady before him in line.

    Lo and behold, we would soon learn that hundreds of young girls were also left in tears that day as tickets were sold out within an hour’s time.  Fortunately, another concert date was offered to which her dad finally got regular tickets.

    The surge of concerts by both local and foreign artists has seen a surprisingly considerable following of fans in the Philippines.  From One-Direction to Katy Perry to Ed Sheeran, we’re stunned at how tickets are being sold like pancakes.

    And so, come Sunday last, armed with a rain parka, food and drinks in her knapsack and with a clear strategy on how to get good seats, Tricia and Janelle drove off to the venue at eight o’clock in the morning. By that time, thousands of other young girls were already lined up at the entrance to wait it out for the concert that was to begin in the evening still.  In fact, it seemed that waiting for a full day before a concert is so typical of many shows nowadays.

    Getting updates on an hourly basis, her dad and I learned that the girls were slowly let into the venue sometime late in the afternoon.  Even more, overcast skies dropped summer showers over the thick crowd.  Undeterred by the weather though, the girls all endured the cold showers and long cues just to see these British boys.  If there was ever proof of how dedicated and steadfast fans can get, then this must be it!

    The night before, Tricia casually remarked that she thinks she might cry at the concert. As a matter of fact, when her friends learned that one of the band members, Zayn, couldn’t make it to Manila, they wept at such disappointing news.

    Home after the concert, just as she predicted, Tricia narrated how her tears wouldn’t stop as soon as One-D stepped on stage.  “Happy tears,” she said!

    “Are they really here?  Is this for real?” the girls squealed as One-D played song after song.   What a throwback to how girls back to the ‘60s reacted to the Beatles—teenagers ready to faint at the sight of their idols, emotionally distraught even.

    Of course, over Sunday dinner, while the girls were at the concert, the rest of the family talked about them.  One niece retorted, “They’re probably crying like crazy. But trust me, they’ll have PCD tomorrow!”  That’s what my niece refers to as “Post-Concert Depression, “ the feeling, she claims, one gets after seeing a concert of your long-time music idols.

    Not convinced about this so-called PCD, ironically, I watched my daughter teary-eyed and daydreaming the morning after as she skimmed through concert photos and played One-D songs over and over again.  Tricia then related too how after the show, she and her cousin cried unembarrassed over dinner in a restaurant when a One-D song was played on air.  My husband and I could only listen amusedly at our daughter’s accounts of how an avid and loyal One-D nut she’s turned out to be.

    And yet, as we listened to her, we could see how genuine her smile was and how much unconcealed joy she had at finally seeing these British boys up close.  If only for one day, our daughter must have felt on top of the world in the company of One-D.


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