Then I fell in love with the other man, that one that played his guitar so perfectly. I wanted more. I bought one more CD, and another, and another, a VHS tape (which was all we had back then) with their videos, I even ordered their first CDs from Amazon with my grandma's credit card, without her knowing it, in a time when just a few people felt secure about ordering things online. I felt like I needed to be born in the 60s or 70s, 'cause I wanted to be "a little runaway." I felt bad for not being able to hear "Livin' On A Prayer" when it was released. I never belonged in the 80s anyway.
Bon Jovi was the soundtrack of my teenage years. He has given me strength, made me happy, made me go to the bottom and bounce back to life. He doesn't know it, but I never cared. In 1995, they came to Brazil for a couple of concerts. I lived in a city in the mid-west, and I didn't have the slightest chance of going to those concerts. Years passed by, and I kind of gave up on the dream of watching them play live.
I have to admit that I was a little astray from him the past few years. I didn't care much about what they did after "These Days", but I guess I was just stuck in the past, and to be completely honest, his songs reminded of someone, and I tried to avoid those memories as much as I could. Boy, I was stupid. I could have made new memories.
Life moved on, new music came along, and my "fandom" faded a bit. Earlier this year, rumors about Bon Jovi coming to Brazil started to pop up. I heard those rumors countless times in these 16 years, so I just waited for them to prove themselves fake once again. They didn't. It was for real, and I had to deal with it. I'm married, hubby couldn't care less about Bon Jovi, and I was forced to remind him that early in our relationship, I said that a Bon Jovi concert was one of the few things I wouldn't let go of. I would go, no matter how much - and what - it was going to cost me. I would go by myself, if I had to. That's how serious this was. As the wonderful person that he is, I didn't have to say it twice.
The craziest part is, I never thought I'd go to this concert with a friend that I didn't know in person. I say in person because we know each other in a way that scares us some times. I'm still kicking myself 'cause the very first thing I told her was "You're so tall!" I had better things to say, I was just a bit overwhelmed. Sorry, sistah :)
It didn't really sink in until the very moment when we stepped into the stadium. That was it. I was there. My feet hurt, my back hurt, my knees were not amused, I didn't give a shit. My heart was flooded with absolute joy. There were moments of silence before the show started, but it wasn't awkward. It was just that this experience was way too serious and too important for words.
I have to say that I was numb for the first songs. When Richie played the first chords of "In These Arms", my heart was shattered into pieces, then healed back, then shattered again in "When We Were Beautiful". These guys play with such passion, that it's impossible not to be touched, not to feel those words deep in your soul... and that smile that could melt a diamond.
They played for almost three hours. I could go for more three hours, and I bet they would as well. I can tell you at least a dozen songs that were left out (from my POV, of course), but after 27 years on the run and 15 albums, 29 songs is more than enough. I'm satisfied, I really am.
This concert renewed and reassured my everlasting love for all of them. There's a picture of Richie Sambora and his guitar as my wallpaper now. It's the lyrics, the sound, the dedication, the joy with which they played for me, for us. I swore to myself I'd never abandon them again.
I'm in a permanent state of bliss, and I don't want it to go away. Jon said that they should come to Brazil at least once a year. We're waiting, Jon.