Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to this french band called Kyo. I’ve known them when I was 14 and they were my first favorite band ever. Their singer was my first band crush. You cannot imagine how I loved them. They were my first show and I’ve seen them nearly 10 times in a period of 2 years. I was living through their music. They were my FOB before I even heard about FOB. Then they went on “hiatus”. A word that is hurtful among their fans as much as among FOB fans. Their singer and their guitarist started a new band (they’re called Empyr and sing in English if you’re interested) but I’m still hoping for a comeback.
The reason I’m writing all this is simple: I had a dream in which I was talking to the singer and he was pretty nice and so cute, just like the old days. It was so vivid that I couldn’t help thinking of them when I woke up so I had to get it all out.
This dream reminded me of so many memories. I had the chance to meet their guitarist once, and my autographed DVD is still in a safe place in my room. But I have a pretty weird history with the singer. Let me tell you about it (or don’t even read, I’m writing this for myself in the first place).
After their hiatus, I felt weird but I had already started being obsessed with another french band anyway so it didn’t hurt that much. So I went to see this french band - that I knew was friends with Kyo - in Paris. It was great, but I don’t remember the show that much because at some point of the opening act, since I was in the back of the pit, I saw a bunch of guys entering and I recognized one of them as the drummer of Kyo. My heart raced, and as soon as the opening act ended, I went to see him. He was really nice and I took a picture with him (which you’ll never ever see because I have a pretty bad face). Then, the real show began. I watched it for a while. Then a guy walked to my side and stopped right next to me. I turned my head to looked at him and everything stopped around me because it was the singer (first band crush, let me recall you haha). The guy was standing just right next to me, so close that his arm was touching mine and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything and I didn’t even dare annoying him during the show. When it was over, he was gone. Epic fail but I was still happy. I was 17.
Then, last year, I was in Paris again with my best friend. We were chaperoning her little sister who went to see a show. And as we were waiting for her outside the venue, my friend told me to look to my left. I did and there he was again. The singer of my first favorite band, walking up the street with his girlfriend. He walked right past us and I couldn’t stop looking at him but I didn’t say a single thing again. I watched him walk away from me again. Epic fail number 2. Did I tell you I’m still waiting for a comeback? I miss them.
1 
