Almost a month ago I decided to move to the city (Thessaloniki) for a while, instead of staying at the village for the winter AGAIN! So, since I was finally gonna be in the city for more than two days, I was researching for the upcoming events. And by events I mostly mean music related events. I saw some unknown and some familiar names that were to come for a concert. I searched, I wrote down dates and had no certain plans. One of the badns that I wrote down on my calendar was Allah Las.

It’s been a tough year. And I constantly feel like I am wasting my time here. There are days that I feel so good, I have my dreams and I believe that I will succeed, I do my personal projects, but then there are days I feel useless and that my dreams are far away from happening. At my good days, I think that everything is possible and that being still where I am is something not so bad. But then who am I kidding. I know where I would want to be. I get a reminder every single day. So, this is happening for a year now.

It was the 25th of October. Friday. I had no plans. I didn’t want any plans. I just wanted to feel free to do whatever I want, whenever I want to. At noon I started thinking of maybe going to that gig. I asked if any of my friends wanted to come but no one was free. I didn’t mind. I spend my evening getting ready with not stress of being late or going too early to be in the front like I use to do in all the concerts I go. I got ready. Jeans, a weird strapless shirt, some old weird shoes and my sisters black leather jacket. I went with my sister for a walk at the city centre first. Then we walked to the venue, where she left me be. I wasn’t planning on going to the front row cause I didn’t know the songs and it would be weird not to sing, and also I didn’t think it would be empty when I got in. But it was. I quickly bought a beer and went in front row without thinking.

The band started playing. I fell in love with them. I didn’t feel that weird that I couldn’t sing cause I think you could tell I was into them by the way I was moving. I got lost in their sound, and the lyrics. My body was following the rhythm and suddenly every bad thought disappeared. It was just me and the music. At some point I went to buy a drink. Tequilla was the perfect choice for that night! I was feeling amazing.

I think my favourite moment must have been when they played the song Catalina. I hadn’t heard that song before. And I remember how emotional I got listening to those lyrics and the sad melody. I remember closing my eyes trying not to cry. But at the same time I liked the way it made me feel, cause it made me feel alive. I don’t think I will ever forget about this night.

The whole thing was amazing. I was feeling high from the music. And it was really inspiring. I can hold on to it forever. At the end I was so happy, I walked to the city centre to meet a friend, and I realized how fast I was going, and how happy my face was.

The strength that I absorbed from that night was magical. It was something I needed to hold on tight to this ride. So thank you Allah Las!