First time… Well, not first time per se…
The first time I went to a PSB concert was on November 20th, 1994 in Mexico City. I was at the concert but I had only listened to one song from them and that was “Go west”. So I was not really a fan… You could say I did not even know them… Not for real…
I had to wait 7 years for my official first concert. And I had to travel to England to have the chance to do it. It was my first flight, my first time in Europe, my first time in England, my first time in London, my first time being away from home more than a couple of days… It was tough. I was 21 but I was pretty much a child. The hardest part is realize you are so many kilometres away from home, mommy is as far away as it, you are on your own and you have done it just because you wanted, more than anything, to be in a PSB concert.
I got my concert, after so many years of waiting, I see the PSB live and I was happy. Actually, I felt like the happiest person in the venue, which was, by the way, the Astoria Theatre. I even cried! Yeah, I cried in my first PSB concert. And I do not feel ashamed of that. I do not know if the people who were around remember that night. I am Mexican so I have all this excitement and craziness in me. I was screaming, I was singing out loud, I was crying… I was being myself. Quite different from the English regular audience.
I was willing to do whatever it took to have the chance to see Neil and ask him for an autograph. I had travelled from Mexico to London and I had to try.
Thank God, I did not to do a lot to make it. I have to say I have been lucky all these years and I have had a lot of chances to meet them. This was my first lucky shot in a fan from hell road which started this very day.
I must thank Rob and Samantha. They were a great help. Samantha was my host in England and she is one my first PSB friend. And Rob is her lovely husband. Any of this would have been possible if I had not had their help and support. Thank you, guys. You know I love you and I will never forget this experience.
We were getting out of the Astoria and I was telling Samantha that I wanted to wait for Neil. We were crossing the street when we saw a lot of people walking in one direction. Rob saw it was Neil the one they were following. So we ran… I knew we were not going to catch him… So I made a desperate move, which I cannot forget thanks to Samantha. She reminds me once in a while what I did. I screamed, like the crazy girl I am, “Neil, I’m from Mexico!” (if you think about it, it’s a stupid thing to scream at Neil but I was not thinking at the moment) and, the miracle, he stopped! And I was able to reach him. I do not remember the exact words that I said. He asked if I was from Mexico and I said I was and I wanted to have my CD signed by him. That was the only thing I could say. If you know me, you could day I’m a little chatty and it is difficult getting me quite. But in that moment, I went speechless. Neil signed my CD, Rob took a picture and I was in ecstasy. And when he left (he was heading to a nightclub for the after party), tears again! I was crying because I could not believe I had made it. I have gotten this autograph from Neil… It had been a dream for 7 years! During those years, I thought something like that never was going to happen. But I was there and it had happened!
There is no way to describe how I felt. I was happy… I have to say the same happiness comes to me every time I see them. I had accomplished one dream which I had had for so many years. I was in London, I had seen a PSB concert, I had had a Neil’s autograph. A dream come true. And I know anyone who has had an experience like this can perfectly understand how I felt.
So, this is the story for the first autograph I ever had.
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