 | Manhattan, New York: December, Sunday the 20th, 1998.
The hour, 4:40 p.m. I was on my way to Tompkins Square Park, the one chosen by the guys on the board to meet and introduce ourselves before the concert. Helloween was playing their first and only show in the United States in almost ten years, at Coney Island High at 9:30 p.m. and I could barely wait to see them live. This would be the prime of my lifetime: at last, my first chance to meet the greatest band in the face on Earth. I had already met Michael Weikath, my supreme idol, before, at the hotel where they were staying, and thanks to him, my entrance to the show was secured: he included me on his guest list, and I could not believe how nice he was in person.
In order to get to Tompkins Square, I took a subway and arrived at Astor Place at around 4:45 p.m. It was two blocks away from the local, and five from the park. I then started walking through 8th St., heading for the meeting place, and passed by by Coney High. There were three guys waiting and walking around. One was a blond, long haired guy, kinda cute, with a shirt of The Time of The Oath. I first thought he was the well known Helloween Webmaster, Tony WEBster, and wanted to approach them, but I felt a little shy so I did not speak to him nor to the other boys. The second one was a fair guy with short hair, a black cap, and a black |

The Message Board guys before the gig.
From left to right: Chris Skaryd (Future
World), Tony "Officer Metal" Webster
(Where the Rain Grows), Timmons; me,
Hilda Armacanqui (Keeper of the Seven
Keys); Joe, and Harmon Caldwell. |