In my last post, I mentioned contemplating going full-on, two-day obsessed fangirl mode for Yoasobi’s concerts. And, well… me being me, you already knew I’d find a way to make it happen. Spoiler alert: I did. Both days. No regrets.
So, here’s the tale of my concert adventure—a.k.a. the two days I was physically running on fumes but spiritually ascending.
Now, Yoasobi decided to test our dedication this year by holding their concerts on weekdays—a Wednesday and a Thursday. But did that stop me? Pfft, please. All it took was a little strategic planning (and maybe some caffeine-fueled determination). With an 8 PM start time and the venue at Istora Senayan, I had just enough time to dash from work to the concert like my life depended on it. Because, let’s be honest, it kinda did.
And that is how I lived my best fangirl life. Let’s get into it.
Caffeine, Meatballs, and a 55% Discount: My Fangirl Scalper Sidequest
So, there I was at the venue by 4:30 PM—lightstick in hand, soul fully prepared. Just one tiny problem: I didn’t actually have a ticket for Day 1. lol.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from Jakarta’s concert scene, it’s that scalpers get desperate—especially when the official tickets haven’t sold out. My inner scalper radar was activated the moment I arrived.
First scalper approaches. CAT 2, 30% off from the original price. Hmm… tempting, but nah. I could do better. I had time, after all. So I walked off, playing it cool, as if I wasn’t a desperate fangirl internally screaming for a ticket.
A few moments later—bam! He comes back. 40% off from the original price. Still too steep for me. See, the real trick is patience. I knew that the closer it got to showtime, the more those ticket prices would free-fall. So I waited. Like a seasoned fangirl on a mission.
Since my bestie and her son wouldn’t be arriving until 6:30 PM, I decided to wander around a bit. First stop: fueling up with the infamous softball-field Malang meatballs (because energy was going to be needed). Next, a much-needed caffeine fix from Tuku Coffee. With my stomach happy and my soul caffeinated, I headed back to the venue just before 6:30.
By then, the crowd had thickened, and the scalpers? Oh, they had fully dropped the act. No more whispering in hushed tones—they were practically advertising like they had an official booth. Time to dive into the art of bargaining, channeling my inner pro-housewife on a mission.
And guess what? Success! I scored a CAT 2 ticket at 55% off the original price. That’s right—I was in!
(Real Talk: A Quick PSA)
If you have the budget, please don’t do what I did. My scalper side quests only happen when my bank account refuses to acknowledge my existence. For this concert, I did buy my second-day ticket properly like a responsible adult. So if you can, always go the official route—scalpers are a gamble, and trust me, the stress of wondering if your ticket is legit isn’t worth the “discount.”
Plushies, Pics, and a Wooden Bench: The Unintentional Scalper Section
Back to the story—I finally met up with my bestie and her son inside the venue, and like any responsible concertgoers, we immediately launched into a full-on photo session. You know, for culture. Because obviously, the world needed to know we were here—preferably through an excessive number of IG story dots that most people would mindlessly tap through anyway.
And of course, RJ got his moment too. Where I go, so does my best mini plushie, because what’s a concert without a little existential plushie photography?
After a quick detour to the restroom, we finally made our way into the concert hall—just 30 minutes before showtime. Bestie and I weren’t seated together, but luckily, our spots were only a few rows apart.
Now, the moment I sat down, I almost burst out laughing at my scalper’s ticket seat… because, well, it was different.
See, scalpers usually resell guest tickets—the free ones. At most concerts, it doesn’t really matter since guest seating blends in with the rest. But this concert? Oh, there were clear distinctions. My seat was a wooden bench, completely different from the regular plastic seats with backrests. Basically, by sitting there, I was unintentionally announcing to the world: “Yep, I got my ticket from a scalper!” or “Yep, I got in for free!”
But hey, I wasn’t alone in this. Soon, my fellow scalper-ticket/free-loader besties filled up the section, and any judgmental looks (which, let’s be real, were probably just in my head) didn’t faze us. Because at that moment, nothing else mattered—It was concert time!!
Lights, Chants, and Pure Euphoria: Yoasobi’s Concert Spectacle
Yoasobi’s concerts are always a visual spectacle—the lasers, the LED displays, the sheer energy of it all. And from the tribune seats, you get the perfect panoramic view. That’s exactly why I went for CAT 2 on Day 1—because on Day 2, I’d be in the standing festival section. This way, I’d get the full experience from both perspectives.
Following my personally curated playlist that I gathered from their previous setlists, Yoasobi kicked things off with Seventeen—and the energy was electric. The entire crowd roared to life, and joining in on the “Hoi Hoi” chants was surreal. In that moment, I wished I was down in the festival section, screaming and jumping with the rest. But no worries—that was the next day’s mission.
Since full-on jumping was off the table for now, I dedicated Day 1 to serious fanvid duty. I zoomed in and out, trying to capture every detail—Ikura’s every expression, Ayase’s infectious smile, the crowd’s unfiltered euphoria. The sea of lightsticks, pulsing in various colors, made the whole experience feel hypnotic.
And honestly? It was intoxicating.
The setlist was amazing. It was a roller coaster of energy—screaming, waving our lightsticks, and dancing (well, at least for the lucky ones in the festival section). Shukufuku. Undead. New Me. Mister. The momentum never dropped.
By the time they performed Mou Sukoshi Dake and Halcyon, the concert had turned into a full-blown karaoke party with Ikura leading the chorus. And then… Tabun. My ultimate fan song. That was the moment—the “am I really here right now?” kind of moment. The entire crowd became one massive chorus, and the thrill was absolutely contagious.
The show kept going, and Yoasobi just kept delivering hit after hit. Monotone. The breathtaking Yasashii Suisei. And in between, they took time to chat with the audience—even inviting a fan on stage to help translate. It was such a wholesome, unscripted moment, making their connection with us feel so genuine.
And of course, Ikura and Ayase melted our hearts by repeatedly saying, “I’m home,” and asking us to reply, “Welcome back home!” They truly embraced Jakarta as their second home, and I swear, it was adorable.
Then, it was back to chaos. The electrifying Kaibutsu kicked things off, followed by Yuusha and Ano Yume wo Nazotte. The band members got their solo moments during Ano Yume, and let me tell you—they were on fire!
Heartbeat, Confetti, and Chaos: The Grand Finale of Day 1
And then… the opening notes of Interlude: Worship.
The crowd’s cheers practically shook the venue. Because we all knew—it was IDOL time.
The energy? Unmatched. The chants? INSANE. The synchronized lightstick waves? Absolutely mesmerizing. And that infamous “Shinjiteru!” part? Oh, my soul thrived.
Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more hyped, Heartbeat started playing. My favorite song. And because this is meant to be sung together, the lyrics flashed in romaji on the LED screens, and we sang with everything we had. If you remember my obsession with “We Are” by ONE OK ROCK, Heartbeat holds the same meaning for me—it’s the anthem of my life.
The night peaked with Gunjo, complete with a confetti explosion (yes, I got an amazing fanvid of it). And then, for the encore, we danced our hearts out to Butai ni Tatte and Yoru ni Kakeru.
Thank God for Ayase, who asked everyone to stand up during the encore—because at least I got the chance to jump like a maniac during the last two songs.
PCD Hits Hard: Welcome to the Fangirl Aftermath
And just like that, it was over.
My bestie’s son had his first-ever concert experience… and got hit with PCD (Post-Concert Depression) IMMEDIATELY. So much so that he begged to come with me the next day. (That’s right, buddy—welcome to the dark side.)
But bestie? Denied his request. He had to learn how to live with PCD like the rest of us. (Way to discipline your son, bestie—considering you had exactly zero control over your own PCD.)
Like the best auntie ever, I comforted him with a promise—I’d take lots of fanvids for him tomorrow.
So that was Day 1. Since this post is already long enough, I’ll be sharing Day 2 in a separate post.
Hope you enjoyed this tale of fangirl madness and unhinged concert chaos.
See you in the next post! 😆🎤✨
Diary of A Chaotic Dreamer 
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