**Some names are not changed. For obvious reasons.
***Major fangirling warning.
I paid SGD$136 for this.
That was the mantra I chanted in my head as the raw afternoon sun rays started roasting the hairs on my head and my skin. The devilish heat waves danced around the Stadium MRT station, but they do not deter the throngs of fangirls in the queue. I spied a number of the limited merchandise (YG bear bag, crown light stick, crown headgear, posters and so on) in the hands of the fan girls, and felt an invisible hand punching on my self-esteem. Either fangirls are generally affluent, or “limited merchandise” aren’t really that limited after all.
Syuhaida prodded me painfully on my arm with her phone, which cheerfully informed me that those merchandise are worth at least SGD$300. I looked at Syuhaida and we exchanged a knowing glance. At least we bought our bias’s flag- for free! Actually, we got them because I had picked up a ten-dollar note on the way from the ladies. Must be from one of the other fangirls. I imagine fangirls roaming about Stadium with stacks of money, doing the “make it rain” gesture.
The concert actually doesn’t start until six hours later, but my ever-so-resourceful Syuhaida managed to get a hold of channels that informed us that the band was going to arrive from the back of the stadium! And so we waited. Frankly, I was amazed at my own perseverance, arriving almost a quarter-of-a-day early for a concert.
But that was one of the rare opportunity of a lifetime, when you can let loose and do something wild and crazy in Singapore for once- like standing on a random low-lying partition wall, phone camera poised, ready to take that precious video of your bias walking by.
And they arrived-specifically, HE arrived, three hours and forty-two minutes later. I think I had simply gone on a trance- because my camera phone went abandoned when he came. His shock of orange hair and unassuming aura was unmistakable as he waved twice at all of us. “Oh my God, it’s GD! GD! GD!” everyone whispered excitedly to each other. A few others tried screaming out his name.
Driven to excitement by the passionate crowd, the security momentarily forgot herself (and her job) and whipped out her phone to snap a few photos. I could only stare, taking it all in and trying to imprint this moment into my mind. Unfortunately, his face was obscured with the typical “celebrity mask” used more for fashion than for hygiene purposes. Just like that, in that precious five seconds, he disappeared into the lobby of the stadium.
And that was the signal for everyone to scatter and head for the concert itself.
Security checks were strict, but not nearly as careful. It was a great relief that I managed to sneak in my mipad, otherwise it would be such a waste if there wasn’t any softcopy record of tonight’s experience.
And it was simply phenomenal. The entire concert hall was lit with a gorgeous sea of gold, as the fans waved their crowned lightstick- the symbol of the band, in the air. When the boys of Big Bang finally revealed themselves on stage, it was a feast for the eyes. My eyes immediately zeroed in on him. GD was standing right in the middle, with his flashy crimson coat and enigmatic smirk. I felt jolts in the core of my chest when he turned and gaze in my general direction. Youtube videos does not justify his charismatic good looks. I silently thanked God for the good view from my cheap seating, as compared to others. The concert literally started with a bang, with the powerful beats of their signature track “Bang Bang Bang” reverberating throughout the entire stadium. My head was spinning a little as everyone screamed and jumped in unison. I made fast friends with my neighbouring fans as we bonded over our favourite tracks. Apart from the insane vibe and passionate outbursts of music, the concert went smoothly- until HE came and rocked my night.
He was not GD, but Tae Yang. Tae Yang. Number 1 on Billboard World Albums Chart in 2013. Number 24 in The Critic's List of "100 Most Handsome Faces of 2015". It was like I had been momentarily thrown into a fanfiction. Tae Yang simply stepped down from the stage, took off his shirt, strolled right up to my seat’s column- and threw it in my direction. In the short two decades of my life, I have never experienced such a heart-stopping second.
The shirt flew, albeit almost in a slow-mo mode, and reached…
Not me, but my new friend sitting beside me. If only he had thrown the shirt slightly five degrees more towards me! I wasn’t sure if I could feel devastation for this sudden new development of events, but the only thing that I knew, was that the shirt was precious. The surrounding fangirls certainly thought so too, and I could tell that they were trying to physically restrain themselves from wrestling my lucky neighbour for the shirt. Lucky for everyone, the girl was generous, and allowed everyone around to have a feel of the shirt.
I felt the shirt- the soft cotton wet from Tae Yang’s sweat, and couldn’t help but thought of what could have been. It was a simple black singlet, with the simple logo of the concert embedded on it. One of the fans also requested for the permission to smell the shirt. It sounded absurd, but we were talking about the shirt of an international artiste. The shirt was extraordinary because it had belonged to such a famous and beloved artiste. It was remarkable because the artiste himself had actually just sweated in it.
What makes it most marvellous was that I was so close in attaining it.