On the 30th of September 2014, I attended for the first time a Lady Gaga concert and happened to be The ArtRave : The Artpop Ball. From that day and on, my life was never really the same.
I wanted to attend one of her shows for so long, but life, money and other things always seemed to get in the way. Wanted to do it mostly, not only because I wanted to see how she performs live, like I do with other artists, but I wanted this to be a relief of mine, a reassurance, a thank you that I felt I owed her for so many years.
I still remember that I hadn’t slept that last couple of days before the show, wanting to make sure that my outfit, my hair and all the last details were on point before the big moment comes. Needless to say that I bought our tickets almost a year before the show.
Just like any other show that I attend, I don’t really realize it until the moment comes when the lights go down, the noise and the background music stops, and you hold your breath, you stare towards the stage and the curtain falls. It was something like that with the ArtRave as well, except now it was on a totally new level. It was extremely big. It was like nothing you experienced before. The lights, the stamina, the action, the people waiting, the stage design, the graphics, the colors, the anticipation, the music, the glitter, the outfits, the smiles, and the interactions were beyond anything you have seen in any other show that you might have been to.
Around 9, and when the opening acts had finished their performance, when the huge screen stopped showing the different art forms, out of the blue, the huge white piece of garment that was covering the background of the stage, fell to the floor with grace and the lights went down. A tiny angel dressed in a glitterish bejeweled leotard and silver blonde hair rose up on the scene, surrounded by maybe ten dancers dressed in colorful yet bizarre costumes made of silicone and plastic.
At that moment I couldn’t really believe in my eyes. I couldn’t realize what was going on. The feeling that this must be an illusion hit me up again, but this time more strongly like never before. But it was true. This white little angel was indeed my hero friend who knew all the struggles that I had been through all these years. Who knew how much I wanted to give up but never did.
My friend, who made me realize how great and priceless it is to be able to find yourself, to believe in your dreams and to find your own path in life. At that moment I felt that for all of this, I owe her nothing but my true support and love till the end of time. A true musician, a great performer, a true artist. An artist that has helped so many lost souls find their way in this crazy world, including mine.
I know that putting a couple of pictures in this post is not going to make you understand all the unending river of feelings that I had that night, but it is definitely going to help you a bit.
A couple of shots before, during and after the show. If you have been to a Gaga concert and want to share your experience, feel free to comment in the comment section below, I would love to read what you have to say. Have a great day / night my friends, wherever you are with lots of music! 🙂