Re-Liv-Ed-die

Bruce, Adrian, Gers and definitely THE IRON MAIDEN would have missed me...Who am I....?....A right time to ask a wrong thing. Well, I am one amongst those 1.3 million fuckin' fans of MAIDEN. The bells started tolling. It was like a kinda judgment day where I had to make a judgment by choosing one thing - Hell or Maiden. Well, well, well, all metalheads will definitely choose Maiden. Because what the whole world calls as hell, Maiden calls it home.

Standing alone in that oven, I felt I'm a powerslave. Looking around for some liquor joints, it came to spotlight that the dress code was decided to be a black T's to worship our gods. Roaming around for about another half an hour, it was brought to our notice that for another one mile, we don't have a drop of water to quench our thirst. Time....just to rely on gods for whom we crossed the seven sea of madness. Yea, the gods will definitely help us to kill the heat.

Waiting, waiting, waiting and eventually the wait made the wait to wait and the gates to heaven were opened. This time, I swear, Heaven can't Wait. To our surprise, A handful of security, termed over there as bouncers, were appointed to check whether all the explicitly dressed beasts did carry the guns or not. Seems like the so-called bouncers didn't even have an idea that the beast's crunches were enough to squish them into pieces that would go to the dogs.

Finally, all the illegal belongings were hidden below whatever we could, just in order to grab the gods into a piece of mind. Entering the fields it was just like another trooper who was marching to get close to the Russians. But here, the scenario was like getting over the bouncers. Following the orders, we just waited for some chill-pills to arrive. Yeah, wont forget the pleasant time shared with Cherry & Tanvi (who stole some of the Maiden's passes from the paparazzi's pocket for which their boyfriends got screwed in the back stalls) just before 2 minutes to the show. After around a one hour stand and looking forward for a compromise with the bouncers, which unfortunately did go in vain, the god's power made the beasts so courageous that no one dared to stop them in Paschendale. Even the bouncers were afraid to shoot the strangers at this time. At this moment of time, with aces high, it was the same phenomenon of fell behind....is left behind. After a few numbers, it did make me scream 'n' howl over my fellow beasts who never encountered Fear Of The Dark.

Nobody knew that the show stealer was also keeping a vigil on us. Accordingly, it did bounce back into action in a perfect timing and made us hold our horses. This time, the bouncers did fail to spot the gun which the show stealer carried. No one ever in this world would ever believe that the entire show moved on a single gun-point. After a terrific setback in the aftermath, acquiring the Worst Experience ever fetched, The Specialist pumped his engines with the gasoline available, and once again, Relived with Eddie.