Quebec City, never forgotten
I didn’t know what to expect from the concert. After the one we’ve shared all together at the HQ in January, I sincerely thought it would be hard to reach such emotions once again. A moment is always “a moment” with Your Favorite Enemies, and it never comes back twice. I know this very well, for not only living with them but also following them on tour. And this time, honestly, I did not know what to expect. I have seen the guys rehearse for the show, abandon themselves to the moment in a way they had never done before, making me believe that this concert would be another once-in-a-lifetime moment. But on the day of the concert, I couldn’t shake off this feeling… What if the concert at the HQ couldn’t be equaled? What if people who attended it didn’t like tonight’s concert as much? What if it impacted everybody else around? And when we left for Quebec City that morning, this feeling still lingered with me a little bit, somewhere in the back of my mind, it was an unseen but unmistakable presence. Once in Quebec City, we barely had time to take off our coats that already an interviewer was waiting for us.
This is what the afternoon would be made of; interviews and sound checks. And everything went well. Very, very well! So well that this lingering doubt I had disappeared. The only thing that was on my mind was this excitement that was swelling up in my heart. As we were slowly finishing up the interviews after the sound check, people started getting in the venue. The doors weren’t opening before another hour, but the hall was already open. Slowly, the excitement was rising up more and more. A whole bunch of the crew were having dinner just beside the venue, around 60 people gathered together before the concert would start. Seeing this, it made me think it would be all right after all. The only one worrying about such things probably was me. What people want to see when they come to a concert isn’t a performance, but to live a moment.
And the moment finally arrived… It was time for the band to get on stage. The music stopped, the room went dark, and the entrance song started, along with a projection behind the band! On a technical level, the first 2 songs are always arduous for me, as there’s so much strobe lights or no lights at all that catching something that isn’t completely black or completely white is a matter of luck in my timing more than anything else. And for that reason, I usually do not take as many pictures as in the other songs, and can enjoy the moment a little more, before my turn really comes up. But as they were playing, only with the first few minutes, I could tell that this show wouldn’t be pale in comparison to any other, even the one we had at the HQ. I knew it would be a moment of its own. But to what extent, I did not know. I am not one to really exteriorize what I live (or at least, I still believe I am good at hiding it!), but on that very day, at that very moment, nothing else mattered. It was me and the music. It was as if nothing else and nobody else was around me. Or maybe I knew there were some 300 other people around me. And maybe I just didn’t care one bit about it. The level of let go that was there on stage, and how often the guys just improvised the songs and did something completely different from what they had rehearsed caught me off guard. Yes, with my camera. But mainly with my emotions. And I looked at the crowd, and saw people who traveled for hours to come and see us, people who took the plane for the first time despite their fears. People from the UK who came for one weekend to see us live and kept it a secret from us until the day of the concert. People who drove hours just to see us and share this very unique moment. People who came despite being sick. People who brought their loved ones with them, “to show them who YFE really are and the moments you share with them before, after and during the show”… We all are so different, but so much of the same. What we want, what we truly need, is to find a place where we belong, a place where we feel at home, and a place where we feel loved. And I guess this is what this is all about… For different reasons, in different ways, we all found ourselves at home that night.
It’s with a little bit of regret that I took back my camera and continued taking pictures. Even though those emotions were scary at first, and that this feeling of let go was still unknown to me, they became true. And they still are today, as I am writing these few words to you. Your Favorite Enemies live are a true experience, and I hope you will get to live it for yourself some day. Emotions will speak to you much louder than any words I could tell you. And hopefully, they will struck the same chord they did for me! That concert, once more, has shown me just how important it was to jump into the unknown, never allowing doubts to stop us from nothing. After all, we’re too young for regrets 😉
– Stephanie
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