I Know Interpol Is All We Need

LIGHTS

Hello! This is just a personal chronicle that I’m making as a writing exercise and catharsis about what happened, and what I lived and felt when I met Interpol, all those days. It’s the reality from my point of view. I try to put all the details I remember. It may have some gramatical mistakes because it was originally wrote in Spanish here and then I translated. So enjoy if you read it! :D

I begin this chronicle in which I’ll describe what happened in the last gig of Interpol tour, November 11th, 2011, in the Amphitheatre of Puerto Madero, Buenos Aires, Argentina. It was the third episode of the cycle of concerts of Movistar Free Music, and the tickets were free for Movistar’s clients or Interpol  be giving away a limited amount of tickets in person  from collection points on a first come, first served basis and they will be distributed at a maximum of 2 per person.  We must quote the Password “LIGHTS” when picking up the tickets.

I choosed that second option, the reliable and quick, and I’m  not a customer of the company that organized it, and this was an event that I could not miss for anything in this world.

After a long wait, the anxiety to get those tickets for the show, the last one of this tour, my excitement when I know that, at the point of having the wildest and craziest dreams and I sleept in extasis for what will come, for that future meeting, which I often imagined, in different circunstances. But I always had my hope and faith that will happen, always being positive and I knew I’d make it.

Early morning I went to one of the location, the Rock&Pop, a radio that I always ignore ( especially because the radio presenters and I’m not used to listening to the radio, only when I go by car).

I arrived so early that I was the only one in the place, with my family law book, some highligthers, a pencil, my phone and my mp4, alone.

I decided to go for a coffee and wait to see if someone else had arrived because:

1.            I didn’t like the idea of being so alone in an unfamiliar neighborhood, and

2.            I didn’t want to someone believe that I was a creepy fangirl waiting for one of those radio personality that I don’t sympathize at all.

After my breakfast, I came back and my instincts didn’t fail, because there were 4 guys in the queue, so I sat on the front stairs of the building, and wait, listening to music while I was reading that boring text with an occasional chat with those guys, until they handed over the tickets at 11 A.M.

A security guy showed up who told us that they had no idea about those tickets. Then one of the presenters came up and said:

-What are you waiting for?

-We’re for those Interpol’s tickets.

-Ahhh?!- She answered us with her ignorance and she left, showing that she had not a slightest idea about what we are talking about.

After the nervousness and tension, they asked some information about the band and data from where came such information, I told them from the official Interpol’s website and I explained everything.

Finally, we came into the building and in the middle of the room, there was a table and a guy expecting us with a notebook, taking our data and asking the password. I felt like an espionage agent who would start her mission.

-Lights- I said.

Instantly he gave me a pair of tickets.

LIGHTS was a good sign for what will come.