It was Saturday, my first full day in Tokyo, and I already had a date. I hadn’t been in the country for more than 24 hours, and I was already being set up on blind dates. Actually it was kind of awkward, seeing as how I got roped into it. Back before I left San Diego, I was planning on going to see Gackt on his 6 Day 7 Night tour since he had a show in Yokohama on the exact same weekend that I arrived. The only problem was I didn’t know how to get tickets and they went on sale far in advance. I wasn’t sure if I could risk getting a day ticket or not. So I asked my friend H to help me out, maybe he knew someone in Tokyo who could get me a ticket, and I could give him cash when I got there. The awkward date part came into play when I went to get the ticket from this guy on Saturday morning, and he told me that he bought two tickets so we could go together and that I didn’t have to pay him back. I wasn’t really prepared for that, but at the same time I appreciated having a guide to help me not get lost.
It was early, so he took me around Harajuku and Shibuya. I had briefly been once before while travelling through tokyo for a day in 2003, but I hadn’t been down Takeshita dori or walked down Meiji dori. The last time I was with a friend who disliked Tokyo very much, so when we arrived at Shibuya station she made us walk straight to Meiji shrine to pay our respects, and then hopped a train at Harajuku station out of this city. This time I was shocked how much I missed. I really was so happy to be here, the feeling of life is so strong that it’s hard not to feel energized by it. Eventually we stopped for lunch at a ramen shop near the station before heading south.
At Yokohama Arena, all the fans were grouped in organized lines outside the venue, sectioned off by seat number. While walking around looking for our line, it was the first time I encountered mass staring, and people pointing at me. Occasionally someone would tap a friend, point at me, and say in Japanese ‘Look at the foreigner!’ A little disconcerting. Most people in Tokyo were already used to foreigners and were polite not to notice, so I tried to rationalize that these girls must have been from the country and traveled to the city for the show. It was entirely possible I was the first foreign blonde haired blue eyed girl they had seen in their life, and they really were surprised.
We eventually found our line, and took our seats. The show went off without a hitch. He played his best singles, and I knew all the songs. I had so much fun that it was over before I knew it. We shuffled outside, and what we found was an array of Gackt memorabilia, posters for sale, and displays for the fan’s amusement. For this tour he had a life size replica of himself made and encased in water. We saw it bobbing around on the back of a truck earlier in the day, but now it was set out for everyone to take pictures. It was standing alongside some advertisements for Gackt credit cards. I thought that was kind of weird.
The guy who took me to the show was relatively nice. I wasn’t interested in dating him, but I was happy he didn’t let me get lost at the show. On the way home I was trying to devise a plan to let him down easy, and never talk to him again after that. When we got into the train back to Tokyo, there was only one spot for sitting so he let me have it. As I sat and pondered what to do, a miracle happened. As the train jolted with a sudden turn, another passenger bumped into him, and somehow it caused him to piss his pants. He stood horrified in front of me as I got a full view of the urine spreading throughout the fabric. He didn’t even bother getting off the train with me at my stop, and I never heard from him again. Poor guy. At least he saved me the trouble.