A.D.W.D.A.K.!

I’m Back. And I need your help.

Things have been happening… I haven’t been on in what, four, five days, because it’s just been way too hot. Couldn’t get to the library until now. Where to start???

The show. OK. We called and HERE IS WHAT THEY SAID

actually my mom called. no way i was doing that. i’m a sociophobe. So she asked about the age restriction to the J Devil show. First of all the girl on the other end doesn’t know that much because she says ‘well i think it’s july 7th’ and we all know it’s the 6th. So then she said, ‘I believe it’s 18+ but I’ll go ask the manager’ and she comes back 5 minutes later and says ‘yeah, it’s 18 and over…’ so my mom is like ‘well, we were just wondering if you could get in with someone over 18, because my daughter is 17 and she’s his biggest fan…’ and she goes to the manager and asks again. she then says ‘i’m sorry, he says this show really is 18+. But I know that one of the last shows he changed it to all ages at the last minute, so maybe if you wait and call back next week he will change his mind.’ My mom hangs up and HEREIN LIES THE MISSION.

I don’t give up. This is something you should know. I will go down fighting. I will get into this show if it’s the last thing I do. I’m obviously not going to break the law and fake my way in, because I suck at lying. But I have the power of persuasion. I believe in the power of the mind- if you use all of your will power to bring something to you, it will happen. I HAVE THE POWER OF INTENT. I want this more than anything in the entire world, the entire KORNIVERSE. This past week all of my time has been spent sending my intent out into space and time, my aura commingling with the universe and my god I’m gonna bring that concert to me. When I want something, I would kill to get it. I give 1 billion %. I met Korn at Hampton Beach because I willed it so. I thought about that day and night and prayed to Jonathan and thought about meeting them until my brain hurt and I made it happen. I immerse myself in my intent. I’m constantly checking the ticket site to see how many have been sold… it’s up to around 130, from 106 on Friday. I consider this good, because that means nearly everyone who is going to the show has already bought their tickets. I don’t know how many there are total, I’d say between 150 and 250. I’m betting on 200. I am planning on going to see the manager tomorrow. A phone call will not cut it. He needs to see me and talk to me face to face. Only then will he feel the intent at full power. Today I am looking up reviews of the Junkyard in case I have to…*cough*… persuade him in a less positive manner. No fucking joke.

Look, I never stand up for myself. I’m always afraid to talk and make myself heard to get what I want. But this is it. There’s nothing after this. This is what I’ve waited for for 4 years. If there is only one time I need to take a stand and go for what I want, this is it. I WILL stand up and try until the very end to change his mind. It’s all I can do. I can’t let this one slide. I’m done standing aside and seeing if the pieces fall into place because I’ve learned they rarely do. I was too afraid to approach Munky and ask for a picture at Hampton so my mom had to ask for me. I felt stupid afterwards and vowed that wouldn’t happen again. These are the guys, Jonathan IS the guy, that I love and would fight for. Well, this is the time to fight. I will not go down silent. They’ll have to throw me out kicking and screaming before I give up. I know this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I will do all I can to slant the odds in my favor. You bet I will.

On a slightly lighter note, a lot of my optimism comes from the extreme good luck streak I’ve been having. Ever since Hampton, I’ve been having good luck from the Korniverse. I just got my new merchandise in the mail, and I can’t believe the deal I got- those ‘clippings’ were actually full-size two-page kerrang! pullouts, some double-sided, and one was a full poster. I paid as much for 5 amazing rare old pullouts (btw NOT from a magazine, they were special order, so no staple holes) as I did for the one Donington pullout- $10. That is such a great deal I was crying because it’s all old rare stuff I never thought I’d see. I can’t scan them unfortunately because they are too big. But you’ll see pics coming soon.

But something struck me as I looked through the new posters. There was one- one that stood out. It was a one-page Kerrang! photo of Jonathan from 1996- the one where he is sitting on the bucket.

I have a scan of it from another source:

I stared at it. And it seemed to call to me. Instantly I got the message. This is what I will bring for JD to sign at the concert if I see him. I had been frustrated over what I would take because I had nothing suitable, and suddenly this falls into my hands. It’s perfect. Jon’s just sitting there, like, ‘what, you gonna go get those tickets or what?’ I couldn’t rip myself away when I first saw it. I just thought, my god, the pieces actually ARE falling into place. But the last piece is me. And without my actions it won’t happen.

Look, I know what this manager is doing. If he can’t sell all the tickets in time, he’ll make it all ages because money is the ultimate decider. If I can convince him that it would profit him for this show AND in the future to make this show available for everyone then I know he’ll change it. That’s what I’m doing today, thinking about what to say. I was up til midnight yesterday brainstorming and trust me, it’s not that hard because there’s a lot to go on. First, I’ll lay it on introducing myself and saying how I’m JD’s #1 fan and how I’ve waited so long to see him live. Then I’ll say how much it would mean to me if I could get in. But I’ll start in then and say how there’s a lot of people who like J Devil who are under 18, and he would definitely be able to sell the rest of the tickets. Then to expand the deal for future profit, I’ll talk about how all my friends are turning 18 this year and if I tell them what a great place this is they’ll all come and bring their friends… of course that’s if I can get in. I’ll make sure to emphasize that I run four (its actually 6 but i don’t want to seem unrealistic) music blogs and will definitely be writing a review about the Junkyard. If I am able to attend the concert I’ll certainly write about how kind and generous the manager is and how everyone should come to the Junkyard, and if not, well, the review won’t be so positive. I have the power to lose him business. Within five minutes I can write multiple reviews about the place on Google either for or against it. He will listen to me then because I’m not lying. Now, I really hope I won’t have to go that far as to imply blackmailing because that’s illegal. But just making the point that I know a lot of people and have influence on who in the future will come to his business will get me on his radar and he’ll make it all ages. Money’s the bottom line. If I hadn’t heard that he changed it once before (even probably more than that too) then doing this wouldn’t be feasible. But that one piece of information makes the difference. It means there’s a chance. My motto stands as ‘If there’s a will there’s a way’ and god dammit I will not give up. I discussed all of this with my mom and she was the one to encourage me to say all this threatening stuff. She’s coming with me of course. She isn’t getting out of it that easy. I still need someone to go with me if I can go, and *cough* I don’t think my parents would fit in. Not like I would, it’s a club and I’m a potato, but they are in their 50s. Not gonna work. I’m working on that bit. That’s the last part. I could probably bribe one of my friends, Tyler maybe, with a free ticket.

Point is, this is gonna be a challenge. The biggest I’ve ever faced. I don’t accept someone telling me ‘no.’ ‘No’ isn’t a word in my dictionary, because when I put my mind to something it’s going to happen. Nothing is impossible. I stand by that. I’ve been straining my brain sending waves of intent out into the universe, and the last step is to blog about it to get the intent into cyberspace. It’s your turn now. Help me. Pray for me, will for me, feel the intent, intensify it and send it back to the Junkyard. I need all the help I can get to make this a reality. This is my dream. Whether I end up meeting Jonathan or not, I just want to see him. See him, be near him, experience him, for once, pure and true. It’s all I want. I ask for nothing more than the opportunity. Whatever happens past those doors, fine. Just let me get in. I’ll take it from there.

So please, for me, help me by giving me spiritual support. Send your concentrated will. I’ve nearly expended myself on this endeavor and I am going to be completely drained once this is all over, however it ends. Failure is not an option this time.

Please.

Beg for me.