grand concert

10

Thousands gather in Manchester and across the UK to pay tributes to those who lost their lives and the families affected after a terrorist attack after an Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. Many of the victims were children, and the youngest confirmed dead was only 8 years old.

i went to an ariana grande concert a few months ago. there were so many young girls (8, 9, 10 and 11 years old) there with their moms for their very first concert and you could feel the excitement in the air as they walked around the venue in their ariana shirts and accessories, dancing along to all of her songs.

the thought of someone planning a terrorist attack with the specific intention of targeting and killing not just women, but girls, absolutely shatters my heart.

The victims name’s so far.

Rest In Peace Olivia Campbell, 15 years old. Whose mom confirmed her passing on Good Morning Britain.

Rest In Peace Alison Howe, a 44 year old mom that was waiting to pick up her daughter from the concert.

Rest In Peace Lisa Lees, another mom that was also waiting to pick her daughter from the concert in the foyer along with Alison Howe, she was 43.

Rest In Peace Kelly Brewster, confirmed as the fourth victim. The 32 year old died after shielding her 11 year old niece from the explosion.  

Rest In Peace Saffie-Rose Roussos, an 8 year old schoolgirl, the youngest victim from the attack.

Rest In Peace John Atkinson, who was confirmed by friends on facebook of his passing. He was only 26. 

Rest In Peace Georgina Callander, confirmed as the first victim of the attack. She was an 18 year old college student that was studying social care.

Rest In Peace to the remaining 15 victims who have yet to be identified. 

Rest In Peace and May Your Names Be Honored.

My heart goes out to the parents driving home without their children. To the teenagers with an empty desk beside them at school today. To the best friends who turn to make a joke to someone, only to remember they’re not there. To the teachers who call out the register, only to stumble on a name. My heart goes out today to all those affected by this horrific, barbaric and heartbreaking attack in Manchester.

Best Moments During a Concert

*Before the main act even comes on stage, there is usually that interlude of music to help pump the fans up

*The first slow song that causes everyone to turn on their lights and wave their arms

*The song(s) that literally everyone in the audience knows so you can clearly hear everyone singing along. This makes it even more special when the artist stops singing for a moment but the audience is able to keep it going

*The (first) ending, before any thoughts of an encore are mentioned

*The encore. The crowd and musicians are already so amped up, it’s just a perfect way to end the night.

“There’s 2 incredible things that are close to magic in life and that’s when people get together for sports and when people get together for music. I think you know like people look at a concert as something very simple in life but think about it: there’s gonna be 10.000 people in this room tonight, who know all the lyrics, who love the music for the same reason, it makes them all feel good at the same time and that doesn’t happen unless it’s in music and that’s very special because to get that many humans all together singing the same song, feeling the same way is very rare”

This is what concerts are about. This is what they SHOULD be about.

What do I do with these feelings?
These newspaper clippings
These reports, so fucking
statistical
“22 killed, 59 injured”
They don’t add in the words “human lives”
They don’t add in the words “affliction”
22 human lives lost, 59 humans bleeding,
Thousands reeling from trauma
and millions
terrified
that they’re next, another concert
another play, another
place they just wanted to smile

I’m
so fucking sorry
that one idea,
one extremist turned into
teenagers, who were waiting
for their chance to turn this around,
Crying as their best friend
lay unmoving on the ground
in what was supposed to be
the happiest moment
of their finite little 17 years of life


You didn’t deserve this
You deserved
the excitement of your first paycheck
the sorrow of lost love
that vacation in the Maldives you always wanted
You didn’t deserve
to be a liar when you told your mother you’d be home for dinner tomorrow

—  you are more than another incident to add to the list
//
bluestruckholly