I do not know where to start. How. How do you describe the experience of a then impossibility, the infinity of a first concert and phenomenon that was One Republic? How?
Pure and puerile beauty. Perfect voice. Powerful music. Awesome audience. Technicolored energy. Everywhere. All around. Inside of me.
The fucking music. Ryan Tedder’s fucking voice. The fucking playlist. Just a fucking beauty.
Now, my voice is sore. My sem’s worth of savings was spent. But I will never forget this moment. I will never forget how we (Trisha, Isay, Christine and Evee) were deep in a conversation and when the lights suddenly turned off had suddenly unleashed our hungry screaming jumping inner fangirls. I will never forget how Light It Up pumped up the whole Araneta in a frenzy techni-colored craze. I will always remember all the screams in each song, in its specific part. I will never forget how Apologize raised my hair all over. I will never forget how Preacher almost made me cry. I will never forget Ryan Tedder’s epic vocals and piano solos. I will never forget how I Lived brought the whole house down. (Oh Lord, I Lived. That song. That song. That whole song.) I will never forget how, although unexpectedly short, the concert made us stand, and scream, and dance the whole fucking time. I will never forget how we lost ourselves in If I Lose Myself and lost our sanity after the show ended.
Infinite. Infinity, it was.
I can never listen to these songs the same way again.
Thank you, Nanay, for letting me go.
Thank you, Trish, X, Isay and Evee for being the best concert buddies.
Thank you, Xyza, for sharing this fandom with me although you were not able to see it yourself. I wished you were there.
Thank you, One Republic, for existing. For the gift of music. And for making my first concert a big bang.
Until next time.