Katie does Emotional Roadshow: Part 2 – Copenhagen 

So, I fell asleep on the bus from Copenhagen to Berlin and woke up on a ferry. I do not know how this happened. I could be on a ferry to anywhere right now.

Hopefully though, I’m  on my way to Berlin for my second night of Emotional Roadshow. I’ve had about two hours sleep since 6am yesterday and I still look like an absolute mess from the show last night, but I have coffee and I have internet, so it’s all good.

My flight from Manchester got in at Copenhagen at 10am and I headed to a really beautiful place called Nyhaven.

The first thing I noticed about Copenhagen was how nice the air is there. No, seriously. It’s so fresh and clean and nothing like the polluted, probably cancer-inducing haze of London.

The other thing about Copenhagen is how chilled out it is. It is honestly the most peaceful city I have ever been in. Stress is simply not a concept. It’s amazing.

After wandering around Nyhaven for a while, I went to the Rosenborg Castle gardens. It was so nice to just wander around anonymously, there’s something really comforting about being in a foreign country where no one knows you and you don’t know them. I could have stayed in that rose garden forever.

Unfortunately though, I was on the verge of passing out in said rose garden, so I headed to my hostel to get some sleep for the first time in about 30 hours.

The hostel I stayed at was called Generator and  was really expensive, like everything else in that city, but very nice. The only problem was the really creepy man that watched me while I was asleep.

No kidding, I just woke up from my nap and there he was – this random fucking guy was stood over my bed, watching me sleep.

I freaked out. He was Korean and his English wasn’t great, but he just started chatting to me about my life like everyone randomly watched people sleep in hostels. He then, out of nowhere, just said “I think you are pretty. I  would like to kiss you now.”

So I, of course, dealt with this situation in the most mature and calm way I could and I legged it. I just grabbed my stuff and I ran.

So that was interesting.

Luckily I was due to meet up with Hollie and Maria then anyway, and we went to this amazing street food place in a massive warehouse. There were so many stalls selling all kinds of food, and me and Maria ended up getting this vegetarian flatbread that I will probably be dreaming about till the day I die.

The next day I got to the show venue in Frederiksburg around 7am. The Copenhagen show was the smallest of the entire tour, but by the time I got there, the line was already 100 people deep. And it was Freezing. These guys definitely had the right idea though. Genius.

Hollie, Maria and Nicholas joined me soon after I arrived and we met these really nice girls from Sweden and honestly, I had a really good time. I miss these beautiful people way too much.

Queuing for a gig is a totally new experience in a foreign country though, because literally no one outside of the UK knows how a queue actually works. so everyone just sort of gathered around aimlessly until doors, when everyone charged towards the front. It was like something out of The Purge.

The security, although looking a little terrified, were actually amazing. They were wandering around checking everyone was okay, once we were inside they gave us plenty of water, they helped people out of the crowd calmly and gently, and were constantly checking we were alright. In the UK, security do not give a shit. In the UK if you arrive any earlier than an hour before doors you are security’s greatest enemy, you’re lucky if you get half a cup of water between 50 of you and bitch if you die, you die. That’s your problem.

Okay, so I’m exaggerating a little… But you get the point.

The show was incredible. Of course it was, it was Twenty One Pilots.

The support for the Europe shows is an Irish guy called Bry. I didn’t know who he was before the tour but he was really good and adorable and generally just really happy to be there.

The Copenhagen crowd was kinda weird and really social media obsessed. Everyone felt the need to snapchat every damn second and someone literally Instagrammed about Car Radio while watching car radio. Like seriously, don’t be that dick.

Twenty One Pilots absolutely killed it though. When Tyler came into the crowd for Holding Onto You me and Hollie were literally in his crotch, he was so close.

If you have never seen Twenty One Pilots live, then they always close the set with the song Trees and it is actually iconic. They bring these drum islands into the crowd at the end and it’s just amazing.I was holding up Tyler’s drum and he was on the platform literally 2cm away from me and then he looked down directly at me and this is what I looked like:

Attractive, I know. But if you don’t leave a concert soaked with sweat, covered in bruises and with a cracked rib did you even go to the concert?

After the show I chilled at the airport doing uni work (because thats the price you have to pay if you’re going to do this shit in the middle of your final and most important year in education)before getting my bus to Berlin. I also had to use baby wipes to wash myself in the airport bathroom because I’m a classy bitch.

All in all, Copenhagen was pretty incredible and I am more than hyped for Berlin. Bring it on.

Till next time,

K x

Katie does Emotional Roadshow: Part One – Why Katie, why?

This may come as a surprise, but I kind of like this band called Twenty One Pilots. I know, shock. You had no idea.

What you actually might not have known, however, is that starting at 3am tomorrow morning, I am following Twenty One Pilots across a large portion of Europe on their Emotional Roadshow tour.


Because I’m a fucking idiot, that’s why.

At least, that’s what my sister said when I told her what my stupid, reckless ass was doing. And let’s be honest, she wasn’t wrong. I’m in the middle of my final year at university, I have a job that I need to do to pay my bills, I am desperately poor and the possibility of freezing to death on the streets of Prague is all too real.

But there is actually a little more to it than just me having absolutely zero self control.And I felt like I should, if I was going to do this, at least explain myself. I owe it to my parents at the very least.

Having a mental illness is something that I have been pretty open about over the last few years, but it is also something that I have become pretty good at hiding. The truth is that it has only been in the past few months, and thanks to the right medication, that finally the hurricane in my head has stopped long enough for me to clearly and retrospectively assess the damage the past 6 years has left behind. And  honestly, it’s a mess.

The thing about mental illness, particularly depression, is that it has the ability to cause you to destroy your own life. It does, it ruins your life. And at worst, it makes you try to end it.

That is where I was when I first discovered Twenty One Pilots.

More specifically, I was in bed, and I hadn’t been out of bed for 3 days, I hadn’t left my flat for weeks and I hadn’t made any social contact other than the occasional depressing Tweet for months.

I had happened to see someone post about Twenty One Pilots online and feeling like I should at least do something, I totally randomly decided to check them out.

Well that was it. A few hours later I had their entire discography downloaded, knew their names, their ages and what their grandparents had bought them for their 8th birthdays. But more importantly, I left the flat. It was like 3am but I left the flat and went for a walk around Manchester listening to their album ‘Vessel’ and it was the most okay I had felt in a really long time.

Tyler and Josh just get it. They get it better than anyone else I have ever met. Over the past 6 years I had seen counsellors and therapists and psychologists and psychiatrists and yet these two random guys from Ohio that permanently looked like someone had stolen their puppy got it better than I even thought was possible. And if you know, you know.

I’m not saying that was me fixed and my life after that point was all sunshine and cupcakes. In fact, things remained pretty solidly shit for a long time.

But in May 2015 I saw Twenty One Pilots live for the first time, and I was lucky enough to hang out and chat with Josh and Tyler after (’cause this was way back when no one knew who ‘twenty four what?’ was) and I don’t know what it was, but I went into that show wanting to die and I came out really, really wanting to live.

So that’s my over-dramatic, sad little Twenty One Pilots story. A year later I had seen them ten more times across the country and every show retained that same magic. Their shows are out of this world and there is nothing better than experiencing one.

So now, here I am, getting ready to get up at 3am to catch a 6am flight to Copenhagen.

If you are at all interested, I’ll be posting about my adventures on the Emotional Roadshow here. Partially because i felt like something productive should at least come out of all of this, but mostly so that my mum knows I haven’t been killed in a foreign country.

If you took the time to read this, thank you. Wish me luck.

K x