Misha and I sit silently in the car, waiting at a red light. The two of us are on our way to the hospital to receive our tickets. By tickets I mean admission tickets to several venues in California that Misha and I will spend the day going to. Instead of going to England, Misha had to pick a wish that was more manageable..so he decided that we could spend the day at places in CA we haven't been to yet. Plus, I still need to fill up my camera more with pictures of us.
Soon enough we arrive at the hospital, eager to start our big day. Meg kindly hands us the few admission tickets and once again we are back in the car.
Our first stop; Chinatown, San Francsico.
Misha chose this because the music video for the Twenty One Pilots song, Tear in My Heart, was filmed there. And obviously it's a beautiful place to take pictures.
We spend close to an hour there, wandering around and taking tons of photos. I think the best thing about Chinatown is the cherry blossoms.
Next up; Hollywood Walk of Fame.
I've wanted to come here for years now. In my opinion it's so..I guess you would say important and representing of California, or even America as a whole. It's almost historical. I can't explain it but, this place is really important to me. Maybe it's because I'm married to a famous person? Or the fact that I'm so interested in filming? My train of thought wanders elsewhere and Misha's kiss interrupts my thinking. I finish up taking pictures and the two of us head to our next and final destination- a music festival.
It's at a local venue that holds concerts, festivals and other events. The afternoon has passed and the evening is rolling in, which means the perfect weather for a perfect night. Not too many people are here, maybe about two hundred..which isn't much for a concert. I've always loved coming here because of how low key it is. Bands that aren't well known, small venue, and not many people. Although, I always have a blast.
Misha and I make our way to one of the two stages after purchasing cotton candy at one of the food trucks. Several bands play before someone announces the headlining band.
"Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Panic!At The Disco!" The man (most likely one of the people in charge of the venue) shouts as the crowd breaks out into clapping and cheerful yells.
My mouth drops open and my heart nearly stops beating.
"Misha! Misha! PANIC! IS HERE!" I scream, grabbing his arm. He is just as excited as I am.
Brendon begins to greet the audience, as tears of happiness stream down my face. The first song they perform is "I Write Sins Not Tragedies".
Misha and I are just feet from the stage. I attempt to record the whole thing, knowing my terrible singing would clearly be heard when I later watch the videos.
Even though it felt like only twenty minutes, Panic!At The Disco finishes an hour later.
"I love you California!" Brendon yells, waving and slowly walking off of the stage. He turns around and I swear he smiles at Misha and I. Maybe I'm just seeing things.
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Finally, our day is over. The last seven hours felt like an eternity. A fun eternity, of course. Misha and I are heading home, an hour drive ahead of us. I sit in the passenger seat, looking through the many pictures/videos I took today. I laugh as I spot a picture of Misha's face close up on the screen, his tongue sticking out.
"Was it worth your dying wish?" I ask, referring to the ideal day we had.
"Definitely." He answers.
I apologize for the wait! I've seriously been so busy lately. I hope you like this chapter. Thank you for reading!