Donna not believing she’s important. And TenTwo realizing she means it and getting serious and trying to convince her that she is
Donna’s mom saying that Donna has always been the most important person in the whole wide universe, and the Doctor snapping back with a “then maybe you should tell her that sometime” in the voice of your best friend barely containing their rage at the first person who ever hurt you
Wilf saying the Doctor has lots of friends, and asking where they are. The Doctor replying “they’ve all got someone else” before running off straight into his Timelord Victorious era (arguably the result of the deepest loneliness we’ve ever seen from them)
Idk fam. I think rewatching this show after some therapy is making me realize why it was so relatable back in the day
Words by Ten Two, musician (Website, Facebook, Twitter).
Southern California houses so many forms of entertainment it is impossible to keep track of it all, and even more difficult to stand out from the overcrowding these options present to the masses. With this knowledge constantly in mind, the task of attempting to convince friends, family, and anyone else to attend a show for a band that they’ve most likely never heard of is particularly daunting.
Which brings me to the House of Blues in Anaheim, California. My band at the time had recently recorded the first real EP of our tenure as musicians, being extremely fortunate to garner the talents of super producer Erik Ron, who in a matter of a few weeks had blown our minds in his recording studio and changed the course of our musical journey together. So, with EP in hand we wanted nothing more than to blow the doors off of the music scene in our area, and the opportunity to perform at the HOB couldn’t have come at a better time. A perfect storm of hope. We put our every effort into promoting and spreading the word about this one show. The kicker of the entire experience was that we didn’t really receive any feedback regarding whether or not anyone would show up or not; it was unnerving to say the least.
The night of the performance we arrived at the call time, which was around three hours prior to doors opening, so of course we still had no idea what to expect. It was a local band’s show with a semi-popular headlining band, and the promoter (who had become a friend of ours due to previous experience at shows) asked us to do him a favor and open this show, as he would make it up to us later with a better slot on subsequent shows. Typically, opening a local band's show is the kiss of death, at least in Southern California; in the spirit of good faith and courtesy we obliged, but that sinking feeling of playing to an empty room definitely crept in to our minds. Regardless, we were there to have fun and do whatever it would take to enjoy ourselves and rock the new material. We set up, performed a sound check, and waited.
When the time came to step up to the stage and do what we loved the most, we just knew that no matter what the outcome, we were going to be our normal, overly-energetic selves and enjoy the moment. Then our musical intro hit, an eerie piano piece with a simple vocal track, and the curtains opened. That is the moment my eyes welled up and I almost lost it. We were looking out at hundreds of people staring up at a stage, over the entire floor of the House of Blues, Anaheim stood tons of friends, family members, and countless other people we had never met before. It was both the beginning and culmination of the most effort filled time in our musical lives. We knew we weren’t owed a thing, but the fact that in this moment we had accomplished something magical was one of the best overwhelming feelings to ever come over me. Easily the most emotional performance we had as a band. Our eyes were fire and nothing could wipe the immense smiles from our faces throughout that night. There is no better feeling than to be able to share the journey with others, and that night is a blur that I will always remember; as the time I cried at a show.
