What Songs Are On The Blink 182 Concert Setlist?

During the summer vacation, I go overseas with my boyfriend, Cornell Glover, to attend his favorite music festival that is called the Tuchella Music Festival. When we are lining up to go into the venue under the sweltering heat of 86F, I go to the vendors nearby to buy him some iced bottled water. But by the time I get back, Cornell is gone. To make things worse, my digital ticket shows that it has already been checked in. Anxious, I call him and ask, "Have you gone in? Why does my ticket show that I've checked in?" Cornell replies, "Oh. I ran into Ellie Valdez, the intern from our department, just now. She was crying at the entrance because she couldn't get a ticket, so I gave yours to her." "Are you crazy? I was the one who got us those VIP front-row seats!" I exclaim. "Come on. It's not like you're interested in rock music. You'd just be scrolling on your phone after you get in. Ellie is a diehard fan. Don't you think you should let someone who appreciates the music have this instead?" Cornell says nonchalantly. I am so shocked that I don't know what to say. After a few seconds, I say in disbelief, "So you left me out here, all alone, for an intern's sake?" Cornell sounds dismissive as he says, "You can hear the music from outside anyway. Just find somewhere to sit and wait until the music festival ends. Don't be so selfish." I listen to the long, monotonous beep after he hangs up on me for a moment before calling my lead singer brother right away.

My wife is a pilot. We had our wedding three years ago, but she's stood me up 18 times since then when we agreed to register our marriage. The first time she stood me up was when her apprentice took his first flight. I waited outside city hall the whole day for her. The second time she stood me up was when she turned around after receiving a call from her apprentice. She left me by the roadside. Later, whenever we set a date to register our marriage, her apprentice would run into all sorts of trouble. Finally, I decided to leave her. But after I board a flight to Avalonia, she chases me all the way there like she's lost her mind.

On the night of the biggest music competition of his life, talented songwriter Ethan Blake is accused of stealing songs that he wrote himself. The real thief is his half-brother, Jason Carter, the golden child their father loves more than anyone. For years, Jason secretly stole Ethan's music sheets, lyrics, and melodies, claiming them as his own. Whenever Ethan tried to tell the truth, no one believed him. They called him jealous, bitter, and a liar. Humiliated in front of the whole country, Ethan dies in a tragic car accident. But fate gives him a second chance. He wakes up three years in the past, before everything began. This time, Ethan will never let Jason steal another note. He hides every song, gathers evidence, builds his own career in secret, and returns to the biggest stage stronger than ever. Now the audience that once mocked him will cheer for him... And the family that abandoned him will beg for forgiveness. But some betrayals can never be forgiven.

After my song was cut short at karaoke, I found myself back at the song selection machine. I just had to wait for 28 more songs until it would finally be my turn again. The next song was called "The Answer". My boyfriend, John Aldama, and my best friend, Selena Summers, gave each other a look of mild disdain but decided to sing the duet to prevent an awkward silence. Their voices, one cool and one sweet, complemented each other perfectly. Ever since high school, they'd been neck and neck on the honor roll, always vying for first and second place. Even after joining a top-tier company, they'd constantly bicker over projects. Even years after graduation, the people in our high school group chat were still "shipping" their "love-hate dynamic". No matter how hard I tried, I always remained the forgotten third person, an overlooked backdrop. Listening to them sing, I suddenly felt so tired. I no longer felt like singing the song that I had to wait endlessly for. I quietly deleted the song I'd selected and sent a confirmation to the email that asked me to be relocated abroad for work.

Before we signed our marriage license, my fiance, Bridger Lewis, and I planned a destination pre-wedding photoshoot. When we boarded the high-speed train, Emerald Spencer, my best friend, took the seat beside him. The only two seats in the entire train car were already gone. I stood there blankly, my suitcase at my side. Bridger explained, "I didn't remember until right before we boarded that I'd forgotten to buy your ticket. By the time I remembered, only standing tickets in another car were left. "You know I have a memory impairment. I forget things easily. Next time, remind me a few more times. Maybe then I'll remember." Emerald lightly punched Bridger on the arm. "If your brain can't remember anything, maybe you should donate it! You're always pulling this! If I hadn't insisted on coming along to help keep an eye on the photoshoot, who knows how badly you'd have upset Ensley?" Bridger laughed and leaned back to dodge her. "When have I always done this? This time I just happened to remember that you like window seats." I'd heard things like that countless times. Because he had a memory impairment, forgetting to buy my ticket was only natural. But if I forgot to remind him, somehow that became my fault. Bridger remembered that Emerald was allergic to mangoes, but forgot that I was too. He remembered the coffee shop she'd casually mentioned liking, but forgot the trendy cafe I'd talked about wanting to visit countless times. He remembered that Emerald liked window seats, but forgot that I had a leg injury and couldn't stand for long periods. When it came to me, his memory always seemed full of holes. I pulled my suitcase over to the train door and checked the time. There were five minutes until the next stop. In that case, there was no reason to continue this trip. And there was no reason to go through with the wedding, either.

His songs were better when he had a broken heart. That sentence would change my life after my dream job was dished to me on a shiny, silver platter. All I had to do? Hurt Nash Pierce enough to get him writing good music again. The pop icon’s songs were no longer the phenomena they used to be. His team needed another breakthrough album—like the first he’d penned, using his heartbreak as fuel. The plan was simple: I’d go on tour with him as a backup dancer…and make him fall in love with me. I was hired to inspire—to become embedded into every lyric he wrote. Then, I was to set fire to it all—to destroy every feeling we hoped he’d develop for me. It seemed simple enough. Easy, even. I didn’t expect to be consumed myself—to see so much in the man displayed in the tabloids. I didn’t foresee falling for him. It didn’t occur to me that, while attempting to break his heart, I might just shatter my own. Most of all, I never thought I’d fight so hard to hold on to a relationship that had always been founded on goodbye.