The young and the Museless.

Part 2 of 2.

It was D-Day (whatever the hell that meant) and I've already gotten the tickets from mums. 'Muse, baby!' I exclaimed to her, who hadn't a clue who or what they were but knew its "one of those concerts young people go to... and balik cepat! Jangan ko nak jalan jalan buat menda tak senonoh tak tentu arah memalam buta tu karang!" (Translation: You get into any trouble, I will smack you into another nationality." Or something along those lines.)

My cuz picked me up at the LRT station and we headed out for the concert. The concert was at 8pm but we came earlier because we were afraid that there would be a shortage of parking and a summons from the fuzz for parking illegally on a sidewalk was something that would totally suck! So we did the right thing and parked at some parking spot that cost us about 6 bucks (the cads) which was about 5 minutes away from the concert. Okay, okay, so it wasnt that bad, the 6 bucks. We were just being cheap. Wait a minute, why the hell am I ranting about the ticket cost? I didn't have to pay jack shit. Muehehe.

So anyways,the street on the way to concert was crawling with people. Mostly teenagers and young adults. But I was a bit surprised seeing a few 35-somethings in the concert as well. Dont they have Elton John or Michael Bolton for this type of event or something?

As I walked up towards the gates, I could see a bunch of street peddlers selling (illegal. Okay, unofficial if you wanna get technical) Muse merchandise that they prolly printed on some cheap printer and laminated. Its amazing how laminate makes things seem more exclusive. They also sold t-shirts and, get this: Muse burgers! What the fuck?! Somehow, I imagined someone buying a burger...

'Gimme a burger.'

'A Muse burger?'

'Uh, what the hells a Muse burger?'

'Lettuce, tomatoes,onions, beef patty, special sauce. Inna sesame seed bun.'

'Uh, isn't that exactly what a plain beef burger's like?'

'Yeah, but it's not inna sesame seed bun.'

'Thats all?! Screw it. Gimme a plain beef burger.'

'Sorry. We dont have normal burgers.'

'How come?'

'We dont have non-sesame seed buns.'

'FINE! Gimme a Muse burger then!'

'Can't.'

'Why the fuck not?!'

'We only sell t-shirts here. Bodoh.'

Heh heh. Anyway, I snapped out of my stupid day dream and we went in. The first thing I did as I walked inside was to try and find a flippin' toilet. Which, lucky for me, was only a few feet away from our seating area. Not bad, the toilets. It was surprisingly clean. Even though the flusher didnt work. But hey, who needs flushers when you have a clean toilet, eh? Eh? I didn't want to spoil a good ironic statement so I didnt flush. Muse on that, Mr. Toilet Cleaner man. bwahaha!

We got our seats and had to wait a while until everyone filled in their seats. An hour and a half later, the lights went out, followed by the screaming of people and officially, the show began. It was fuckin' awesome. A few dudes and chicks took the chance, I saw, to sneak over to the more expensive part of the seating area before the RELA dudes knew what was going on. Damn fuckers stole my plan, only we were too chicken. Wait, I wasnt. My cuz was.

The show started with them opening with the song... uh, Ufhumkvl Whupshummesomething... and later continued with the song... Shamfhum boghosumfin. I dont have a clue what the name of the songs were, allright? Hell, I dont even know the names of the bandmembers, let alone the names of all the songs! Still, that didn't stop me from having a kickass time. We sang along to whatever shred of song lyric that we could remember while others were followed by humming and the occasional 'nyanyi ikot sukati abah aku'. But it was fun nonetheless. I mentioned to my cuz that one of the most common things that performers do when doing a show in another country is to say something in the native language. Because thats what you do when performing at a concert abroad. But it'd be funny though if you suddenly decide to be a Mr Smartypants and say something like Good Evening or whatever in some other language when performing in your home ground. 'SELAMAT PETANG!!' you would say, and people'd be like, 'Amende lu bebual ni mat. Tak paham doh.' Then people'd riot because they thought that the performer said something about their mum or something. Then things would be all nasty or whatever and somehow, it'll end with some country in the Middle East getting invaded.

But I digress.

True enough, the vocalist, uh, Billy Idol or whatever his name was, said 'Selamat Petang!' Which was partly funny because theres no way in hell 8.30pm was petang. Unless if you're in Alaska. Or Segamat. But anyway, I figured some malay speaking person was probably asked what 'Good Evening' was in BM and figured that prolly 'Selamat Malam' isnt really a good thing for Kanye West or whatever his name was, to say so he says 'Selamat Petang' which was actually correct. That is, until 7pm. After that, its 'Selamat Malam'. Right? Uh. Yeah.

Two hours later, it ended and we went home. But before going, we waited about 15 minutes to see Muse get escourted out. But they didnt appear so we got bored and left. Fuck that. Y'know what, the way I see it, YOU didnt get to see US! Yeah, thats right! So you can get in your expensive rented van with your gorilla bodyguards and RELA and police escourts and miss the chance to see us! Plug that in, baby! Hah!

Then we went for a kickass tandoori and roti nan supper. Because thats what you eat after a kickass concert.

The End. Bodoh.