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By Molly Our car could have been fueled completely by excitement and anxiousness as my little sister and I arrived at Blossom Music Center. We had been anticipating this concert for only four shorts days after having found at that we had won the tickets, but the wait seemed to have lasted more than a lifetime. We soon discovered that we were not alone in this feeling; ecstatic concert-goers began to pour in through the gates, shouting, skipping, dancing, and all but mowing over each other in order to be within view of the stage a few precious seconds sooner. I skulked about the entrance gate in order to meet fellow Killyjoys and and take their photos. A few people even recognized me from Buzznet! The concert son began, and it was all everybody could do to stay in his or her seat. The lights were killed, and the notorious female representative of Better Living Industries appeared on a large screen. It was impossible to hear what she had to say over the screaming of excited fans (not to mention that she spoke in Japanese)! The band opened with--you guessed it--NaNaNa. Gerard would not stay in one place for more than a second, and Frank seemed more than pleased to climb off of the stage and onto an amp as he stared out into the audience. Mikey and Ray stood faithfully in their spots as Frank hurried back to his microphone to provide backup vocals along with Ray. Read the rest of the entry here When I was against the stage taking pictures, I could not hear Gerard singing, but the voices of the fans behind me shouting every word by heart more than made up for that. I remained in the photo pit for only one more song, and that was I'm Not Okay (which the crowd made quite obvious that it was a favorite as they screamed along). And if a person were to think that the Killyjoys could not have gotten any more thrilled and energetic, they would be in for a surprise the moment that the sound of sirens signaled the beginning of Planetary (Go!). The band continued on to play other songs form their latest album--Danger Days--such as Kids From Yesterday, The Only Hope for Me is You, and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W. Halfway into the performance, Gerard had everyone sing a short rendition of Happy Birthday for a friend of his. The unison of the fans during the fun song was entertaining, but it was nothing compared to the powerhouse sound produced when the keyboardist began to play Welcome to the Black Parade. Other songs from that album were played such as Teenagers and Give 'Em Hell, Kid. Before long, I noticed that Gerard had been ending each and every song with a simple shout of "fuck yeah." As the concert continued on, everyone was thrilled to watch the band preform and to hang on to every last one of Gerard's words. Ray stood at his microphone as he displayed breathtaking prowess with the guitar, and Mikey was incredible on the bass. It was difficult to follow both Gerard and Frank at the same time as they constantly crossed the stage. Emotion traveled through the audience like an electric current as Helena was played, and the feeling was only rivaled by a wave of silence that washed over the crowd as Gerard began to sing Cancer. It was an odd thing to hear nothing at all save for the song. Nobody cheered or shouted. The song was beautiful, and the decision among the crowd to hush was absolute. Gerard's voice and facial expression were both alarmingly genuine as he delivered his tear-jerking lyrics to all of us in the audience; however, there was only a second more of silence following the song before the fans went wild--cheering with what little voices they had left and wiping tears from their eyes. Whether a fan had been against the barricade or sitting in the grass behind tens of thousands of people, they could not complain. Seeing My Chemical Romance live proved to be an unforgettable experience for thousands on September thirteenth. The band has a phenomenal stage presence that is nearly impossible to rival. They undoubtedly deliver what fans want, and the boys certainly do give credit to their lyrics; They most definitely "blast it to the back row."