Friday, 27 May 2016

I'm Coming Home.

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Let's take a trip back to the summer of 2002.
I was 8, almost 9 years old. A band suddenly came onto the scene. Busted.
Over the next two and a half years, my friends and I became huge fans of theirs. They were the first band/artist I really got into. They broke up January 2005. We were 11 years old and we were heartbroken. I remember literally crying over that break up.
My friends and I were a bit too young and so weren't able to go and see them live during their time together.
Fast forward ten years and McBusted formed. (2 members of Busted with Mcfly) That was incredible. It was the next best thing. But it wasn't Busted.

About six months ago, Busted announced they had got back together. All three members. A tour and a (possible) new album were on the horizon.
Unfortunately, I've lost contact with a lot of the friends from primary school, but my best friend (who I've known since I was about 4) and I screamed and immediately brought tickets.

Wednesday comes. We take the 2 hour car journey to Bournemouth, get to the venue and continue to wait in the queue for 4 hours. My mum thinks we're mad for doing that but we've waited a decade- 4 hours was nothing.
We were at the front. We had a perfect view. We sang our hearts out and danced our feet off.
Oh, and we met Chris Bourne.

This is the band that got me into music, that introduced me to some of my favourite bands and shaped me into the person I am today. Yeah, this band had a huge impact on 10 year old me.

Everything about this night was perfect. Now I'm trying to figure out whether it was real...
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Listening to: Watching 500 Seconds Of Summer.

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