I braved the lines at SM Tickets one afternoon and before the hordes of Lady Gaga-adoring people, declared my love for the New Kids On The Block, saying: â€śMiss, SVIP tickets please.â€ť
Of course I had to get the best seats that my hard-earned money could buy. Since the New Kids on the Block and the Backstreet Boys announced their comeback, I had been wanting to see their show. Every time I was headed to the US I would check their tour dates hoping Iâ€™d find myself in the same city as the tour legâ€”but no luck. Until now.
I Instagrammed my triumph and when friends started to comment about how expensive the tickets were, I said, â€śI owe it to my 11-year-old self. She was a good girl.â€ť
NKOTBâ€™s 1992 Manila concert at Rizal Stadium was the first concert I ever attended. I was dressed to kill in NKOTB garbâ€”I had on my NKOTB watch, a red shirt tucked into my NKOTB shorts, red socks and white sneakers. I thought my outfit was awesome and heck, I wasnâ€™t the only oneâ€”all these older girls in the concert stopped to ask where I got my shorts.
Those shorts rockedâ€”they were white and had red hearts and the boysâ€™ faces and signatures printed all over.
Years later, it hit meâ€”those werenâ€™t shorts, they were boxers! Menâ€™s boxers! I had worn menâ€™s underwear to a concert. And I still felt no shame.
Back then my P750 ticket didnâ€™t give me a good view of the boys. I had to stand on my seat and use my grandpaâ€™s binoculars to see their faces clearly. That wasnâ€™t going to happen this time.
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