So this is how the whole gig with The Script went down. Weeks before they were due to play, I sent L an email:
“Hey, wanna go see The Script?”
“I don’t know who they are, so no thanks.”
A couple of weeks after, L heard a song on the radio that she always liked but had never knew who the band was. It turned out to be Breakeven. She sends a message saying she really wants to go see them. Not gonna lie, I swore. Loudly. She becomes more fangirly than me which is hilarious. This means a lot less work on my side in terms of buying tickets, organizing the night out, etc. 
The whole thing is like lulzy on one side but epic fail on the other.
We met in Chinatown for dinner, which was near the gig venue. L bought a bottle of wine to share over our greasy dinner. On our separate journeys to Chinatown, we both noticed a line forming outside the venue. Personally I thought it was a bit sad, but then again I’m easily pleased as long as I get to hear the band.
After dinner, we made our way to the venue, putting up with ID checks (are you guys SERIOUS?!) and a chilly wind. When we got in, we found a place right up the front towards the side, where there was a little door that said ‘Authorised Personnel Only’ and guarded by a bouncer.
Prior to the gig L and I discussed the fact that the Sydney gig sold out, and that was the only one open to all ages. This raised my concern to the type of crowd The Script attracted. I suspected they probably attracted emos and I was partly right, judging by the amount of black eyeliner, dyed black hair and oversized black sweaters present. L, in her vodka-induced state, proclaimed it attracted fatties. Er. No comment. I value my life, thanks.
At one point, while the opening act was playing, L and I caught Danny O’Donoghue peeking out from the ‘Authorised Personnel Only’ door. On two separate occassions. He grinned and waved like he couldn’t believe there was a huge crowd waiting for the band to come on. L was all fangirly. I had to maintain composure for er, review purposes. Yeah.
The crowd went berserk when The Script finally came out. They’ve only got one album out so they pretty much worked through about half of it. Not that I’m complaining – it’s an excellent album with some really catchy tunes. What initially caught my attention was how some of their verses almost came out as rapping. Mixed with rock music it was a fresh, different sound. Their best song live? Probably The Man Who Can’t Be Moved. I was a bit disappointed with the one ballad they did, I’m Yours, but I guess it comes down to personal preference. They got the crowd on a real high three-quarters through the set, only to slow it down. Might have been just me, but I found that a little bit awkward.
They closed the set with a cover of Heroes, which, I have to say, was so freaking awesome. Better than The Wallflowers’ cover.
Any band that panders to my delirium gets a big A++++ in my book. “Anyone from Ireland tonight?!” HEE.
Verdict – they are an awesome band live. They look like they are genuinely enjoying themselves and still cannot believe people are there to see them, and that people know the lyrics to their songs. That kind of overwhelming innocence is so rare these days. This makes them so much more awesome than Bloc Party. Or Kings of Leon. They are all so sweet and down-to-earth, and soooo dorky. <3
Sleeping in the next day was heaven. I’m glad I took the day off, not just to recover from the gig, but I think I needed a little time to myself regardless.