I’ll Kill Meatloaf if he Doesn’t Come Back

Last night Meatloaf walked off stage halfway through his performance, stating that he’d never perform again. Tomorrow night, as you should all already be aware, I’m supposed to be attending his next concert… I missed the opportunity last time for a Professional Issues in Software Engineering exam, and have wanted to see him live since I first heard Anything for Love in 1993. I can’t help but feel like I am being conspired against by the powers that be.

Does he want us to Cry Over Him? We would Do Anything for a Concert, but perhaps he’s done being a Rock ‘n’ Roll Mercenary. If he doesn’t show, there’ll be Not a Dry Eye in the House, and we’ll all be singing “this concert is a Lemon and We Want Our Money Back!” But seriously, Is Nothing Sacred Anymore? All I want is a Piece of The Action that countless fans have already had. Somehow, I always thought he’d be Blind before he Stopped. Perhaps he’s already Blind as a Bat. A Bat out of Hell. So the Heaven of seeing him live can Wait.

Oh, and Gareth is having the spare ticket, now, like a Sailor to a Siren.