So it’s starting to look like I’m going to have quite a few dreams about Mr. Shaant Hicikyan. Oh boy. I had one last night. It was pretty intense. Haha. I liked it. It was actually 2 dreams. I woke up and then had another dream about him, which doesn’t usually happen. But I’ll start with the first. The details are a little murky, but that’s alright.

It was the night of yet another Cute Is What We Aim For concert and I somehow got to be backstage and in Shaant’s dressing room, where on the mirror, there was a piece of paper with song lyrics taped on there. The song resembled one of the ones in my church’s Christmas pageant, which is kinda weird, but it was still a cool song since it was tweaked. I started singing it, and of course, since it was a dream, I was amazing. Well, I was somehow really good friends with Shaant and we hatched this plan that at the end of their set I would sing to him and then he would join in. I seemed to think that it was the most amazing plan ever and we told Cute’s manager and he was like, “Oh, Okay.” So then I went an sat down for the beginning of the concert and I did’t have my backstage pass with me so I was freaking out that I wouldn’t be able to get back there to sing. And I was going through the lines of the song in my head to make sure I could do it on stage and then I forgot one. I freaked out even more. I was so freaked out that I had go pee. Really bad. Luckily, there were bathroom stalls right in the middle of the concert hall…? I think that part of the dream just mean that I had to pee for real, cuz when I woke up I did… But anywho… I never did get to the part where I was on stage, but that was that.

The second dream was this: I was at home, and for some reason, Shaant showed up at my door. My dad was sleeping, so I invited him in and we just chilled for a while. He was pretty impressed that I didn’t treat hime like some sort of rockstar so we just kinda hung out and MySpaced and stuff. We checked his and he was so pissed that his page was uneven. Haha idk, that’s pretty random. So then he layed down next to me and we watched a movie. I guess I was being a creep and tried to grab his hand and he was like, “Nah, everyone does that to me. I’ll be at the movies and every girl tries to. It’s annoying.” So we didn’t hold hands. But I did smack his butt…? And he was like, “Woah, ouch. Don’t do it so hard. You can tap it if you want, but don’t smack it. It’s sore from everyone else who does it.” So I tapped his butt…? Then it was about 6:30 so I told him we’d better head to his show. So we went and for some reason it was like half dinner-half concert. My family was having dinner, but I still wanted to walk him to his show. So we were walking down the hallway and he had his arm around me and I had mine around him and for some reason our vision went all pixelated… I imagine that’s what it would be like if we were on ’shrooms. So we got to the autitorium part of the place to the door of the dressing room and I was like, “Well… goodbye forever, I guess. ):” And he gave me a hug and gave me some necklace with a purple heart on it. And that was it for seeing Shaant Hicikyan. Then I got back to my dinner table and sat down at the corner of it looking all sad while my aunt inspected the necklace and commented on how expensive it looked. And while I was looking down at my hands all sad-like, some random narrator’s voice said, “And there it was. In the end, the rockstar would forever be in love with the younger girl.” The end.

Sounds like a movie. It kinda was like one. I woke up and thought, “Wow that would make a good book or movie…” I should write a manuscript or a screenplay or something. I could make millions!

Well, finally! After the last fiasco of not being able to see Cute Is What We Aim For, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. Luckily, I didn’t have to repeat the same horror. In the midst of a wild, unruly crowd, crushed between like 6 people and barely able to breathe, I watched, danced, screamed, and listened to Shaant sing his tunes. Of course, as with all concerts, I could barely understand it over all the screaming. But it’s something. (: Unlike the last concert I went to where only the middle of the floor was a mosh pit, the whole thing was one this time. Well, maybe not completely moshy, but definitely pushy. I don’t know how I stood my ground, but I did it. (: High five!

First to play was A Rocket To The Moon. About a year ago, there was this wave of MySpace sites putting the song “Baby, We’re Invincible” on their profiles. That’s who its by. I only know about two of his songs, “Fear of Flying,” and that one. But I was still able to appreciate how incredible he is live. Nick Santino is his name. That’s who the 3rd picture up top is with. He has so much hair, holy moley. He’s such a cutie. Haha. The first picture is with the guy who was playing guitar with him. I don’t know his name. It’s not listed on the A Rocket To The Moon MySpace. But he was good, and fun to watch, and he is incredibly gorgeous as well. My sister go a picture with him and then I was like “Would you do me the pleasure as well?” with a little wink, and he’s like “Yeah, since you asked like that. Haha.”

Second was Automatic Loveletter. When I first found out that I was going to the concert and they were playing, I figured I’d better listen to some of their stuff. Within the first 3 seconds of “The Answer,” I fell in love with them. The last two pictures up there are with the band members. Daniel, the guy on the right, stroked my hair… Haha it was kinda funny. I don’t quite blame him though. It was incredibly soft.

Third was CIWWAF, and as explained above, it was fabulous. The second picture is of Shaant. I couldn’t get anything better. Secondhand Serenade played last, but my sister and I only got to listen to about a song and a half before we had to go. From what I heard, Mr. John Vesely is incredible live. I’m gonna have to go to another one of his shows so I can see him all the way through. I was pretty bummed I didn’t get to meet him or anyone from CIWWAF, but I guess that’s the way the cookie crumbles. Maybe next time. (:

Haha so I’m going to tell you guys about the weirdest dream I’ve ever had…

On Tuesdays is the Cute Is What We Aim For concert, right. So in my dream, House of Blues canceled it. So I arranged for the concert to be moved to my friend David’s house. How that worked out, I have no idea. But it’s a dream, so give me a break. So we’re setting up chairs and stuff and stacking them row by row so it looks sorta like stadium seating, which makes no sense because why would you be sitting while you’re at a mosh-worthy concert? So I go off for a bit to do whatever and Shaant, the lead singer of CIWWAF walks in, puts his arm around me and says, “Hey, James.” And I got the distinct feeling the James he meant was James from Reverselyts.com. So, naturally I said to Shaant, “Um… My name isn’t James…” and he’s like, “Oh… Who are you, then?” I said I’m Kayla and then he started making out with me…? Definitely something that happens only in a dream. K so he pulls away and suddenly I find dog food in my mouth…? What the heck, Shaant?! Is this a new delicacy I haven’t heard about? So I’m standing there, he’s still got his arm around me but we moved to the outside walkway and he kisses me again. Then he’s like, “So Layla’s supposed to be coming. Do you know who Layla is?” And I say, of course, “No, who’s Layla?” Turns out, Layla is his girlfriend. Well Layla starts walking up the walkway and he kisses me again, right in front of her, lets me go, and goes, “HEY LAYLA!” Musicians… they’re so weird.

So after that lovely fiasco, I went back into the little concert hall setup and a band is playing. No band in particular, just one that my mind made up. So I was standing there in front of the tables we were using as a stage and they’re playing and the dude started letting me play his instrument while he was singing. I have no idea what kind of instrument this was, but it was sort of like a drum. And I was actually good at playing it! So then we started playing it together and it sounded amazing. Hooray for musical talent! I wish I had it in real life. I guess after that I just started doing random things with no meaning because I don’t remember much else except for sitting in a room eating Reeses Cups.

Every time I think about that dog food kiss I get the feeling of dog food in my mouth. I can feel it and it’s kinda grossing me out. Slobbery, soggy dog food. Gag.