david cook ruined my life

i saw this boy tonight.

he is my favorite.

the show was in this odd venue that served food and had tables and really faily rules for a rock show, including: “silence is requested while the performers are on stage” and “you must remain seated during the performance.”

before the show began, the manager came around to every table and said they’d had a conversation backstage (presumably with dave), and we would be allowed to stand after all, but we had to stay out of the aisles. we agreed, happily.

the show began, and during the third song, as we were all singing along and having a blast, security came along the front and told everyone, quite emphatically, to sit. we wtf’ed and started to take our seats, and dave, very obviously pissed, immediately said “everybody up!” and made his way across the entire front of the stage, getting everyone up on their feet while the security staff stared blankly up at him.

it was such a little thing, but it really felt like dave&us vs. them, and we won. and in that moment, i couldn’t have loved him more.

HOWEVER. somehow during the evening, i got a fucking ginormous crack in the screen of my iphone. massive. gargantuan. even bigger than david cook’s coc— errr, voice. (what?) i have no idea what happened, but i blame david cook.

so thanks, you magnificent fucker. not only did you ruin my life, you also ruined my iphone.

[oh also, he sang really pretty or whatever. hearing him sing part of ‘lie’ a cappella and off-mic was gorgeous and perfect and his voice, without the filter of mics and wires and speakers and whatever, sounded like hot rich coffee with a shot of whiskey. i can’t believe i just wrote that. ugh, david cook.]