Ticket Giveaway: Imagine Dragons @ Fillmore Silver Spring
Imagine Dragons have spent the better part of the last two years proving there’s more to the Las Vegas music scene than the Killers. Their blend of arena-rock with indie and electro-pop inked them a deal with Interscope and time in the studio with Alex Da Kid (Eminem, Paramore) to produce their major label debut, Night Visions. Sin City’s latest native sons will be stopping by the Fillmore Silver Spring with Atlas Genius as part of their first headlining tour on Friday, February 22nd and, lucky for you, we’ve got a pair of tickets to give away before the show even goes on sale. What do you have to do to win?
Did you have an imaginary friend as a kid? If not, you’re going to wish you did now. Tell us about him/her/it in the comments below. Make it up if you have to. The craziest character will score two tickets to the show. The rest of you will have to wait until sales are open to the public this Friday, December 14th through the Fillmore.
STREAM: Imagine Dragons – “Amsterdam”
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My imaginary friend is a six-foot, three-and-one-half-inch tall invisible rabbit, named Harvey. He has the power to stop time. Oh wait, I’m confusing myself with Jimmy Stewart.
My imaginary friend is named Tyler Durden. We’re in a club together, but I can’t talk about that.
My imaginary friend was invisible. Its name was “it”. Not only could others not see “it” but I couldn’t see “it” either. All I knew is what “it” told me it looked like every morning when I woke up. One day “it”could be a girl with pig tails the next day a unicorn and the next a flower. “It” would stay with me all day until I fell asleep at night and then came back as soon as I wake up in the morning. “It” told me it lived wherever it wanted to. Every night “it” would go somewhere new. “It” played any game I wanted and when it was an object “it” let me play with it. If “it” was a horse I could ride “it”. I liked “it” so much because I was never bored since “it” was different every day.
When I was a kid I had an imaginary friend named Yaka the Duck. In retrospect, I probably should have named him Mr. Nobody (as my little brother so cleverly named his imaginary friend) instead of a name that bares réminiscence to barfing. But hey, to a 5 year old, Yaka was a great name. Yaka was also a great friend- he did everything with me- swing at the park, run on the playground. I even made my mom pour a bowl of cereal for him too, so that we could eat together. (I’d just end up eating his bowl, clever 5 year old I was) Props to my mom for not having me evaluated for that. I’m not sure what happened to Yaka. Maybe he starved to death since I always ate his food. Either way, he was a good duck and I’m glad he was around during that intense 5th year of life.
When I was little I had an imaginary friend names Lindsey. The only place she every existed was when I was sitting on my bunk bed. I would build a fort over my bed and we would sit and read. Lindsey and I wrote several letters to the tooth fairy and Santa.. How ironic..
Being an only child can be extremely lonely. You have to find things to do with your time. I decided I needed a sister. Many would say she was imaginary but to me she was extremely real. We did everything together and we were very much alike. I would give her piggyback rides and teach her new things. She helped me become who I am today.
As a child i was always creative and in my own world. Though i wasn’t alone in my little world, i got to share it with my awesome imaginary friend, Dan. Did i mention Dan was a dragon? I have to say, Dan was something else though. He was very small, maybe the size of a Dachshund dog, he even barked like one sometimes. He was green with multiple stripes fading into yellow. He also acted like a peguin, instead on walking he would usually slide around on his stomach behind me. As we both got older, he formed a little brown fancy french mustache. His personality was sweet, and very out there. He would talk about all the times he’s been to the moon and all the pretty stars he’d see and the flowers growing out of each planet. He had 8 toes and 7 finger on each hand and foot. Each Nail color was different. His nails were all different shades of planet colors, the blues and the purple and the greens. He had big big eyes’ with two pupils, for extra visions. each pupil was surrounded by a different color. on one eye his eyes where green and pink on the other it was orange and blue. I could go on and on about his different little unique traits..but i’ll just stop here, and wait till we win the two free tickets.
I have known my imaginary friend since 1996. He was seeking refuge from the mass of people chasing him.. My friends and I never asked why, we just thought he was cool. He loves poetry and loves to make music. His name is Tupac Shakur.
Personally, I think imaginary friends are overrated. What’s so imaginary about them? My particular friend wasn’t imaginary at all, at least at the time. Back then he was as real as it got. His name was Alexander. Or Alexis. My certainty over his gender changed about as often as my desire to play dress-up with something other than my younger brothers manifested itself. Alex-is-ander was phenomenal. Not only could he sing better than any one in the Mickey Mouse club, but his dance moves were out of this world. We’re talking J Timberlake pre-frosted tips good. REAL good. Occasionally (every day) we would have karaoke dance parties in my bathroom. Of course the parentals didn’t approve of such pursuits, so our parties would have to be top secret. Now, I know what you’re thinking. How could such a flawless specimen exist, even in one’s mind? Well, let me tell you. You ain’t heard nothin’ yet. Along with the previously mentioned fresher than fresh moves, Alex/is/ander could bake. He could bake anything that would fit in an Easy-Bake oven. Including, on occasion, my father’s prized Olivia Newton-John action figures (apparently those things are priceless… who knew?). My dear friend would bake said delectable goodies while standing on his head and reciting the South African constitution, in Afrikaans of course. Unfortunately, one sad and sorrowful day, the South African militant police force came barging into our bathroom dance party, harshly cutting off our mmBop mid-jam, and completely demolishing my Easy-Bake with their gunfire, convinced that my bosom buddy was part of a undercover terrorist cell. Needless to say, my beloved Alexsisder was unable to make it out alive, and as he breathed his dying breath, and I stroked his crunchy golden curls, I vowed that one day I would tell the world his story. Today, my friends, today is that day. Don’t let Alexandsis’ cruel fate go unrecognized. Be the bigger man. Do the right thing. Peace on earth and good will towards man. Thank you. Also Kwanza.
Growing up I was an only child (I guess I am still an only child) but I had imaginary friends all the time because I did not have any brothers or sisters to play with. I remember taking on a big sister roll to my imaginary friend. I would make sure they were ok and boss them around when necessary. We would play tea time and have extensive conversations which I recall being amazing. Imaginary friends are the best!
My imaginary friend when I was a kid was a stegasaurus named Steggy. He was my best friend and followed me around everywhere. He wasn’t the most colorful or exciting creature, but he was the best friend a little kid could ask for!
My imaginary friends were the most important this in my life. When I was younger they were everything. They taught me what it was like to be loved. Now I have real friends to do this but I will never forget my first friends.
When I was younger I had this imaginary friend named Binky, don’t ask me why I named him that… I always pictured him as some purple monster type thing. Really adorable. Purple, stood on two feet, had pink polka dots all over him (I was probably 4 or 5 yet I still remember), and he went EVERYWHERE WITH ME. We would bake cookies in my easy bake oven, play Barbies, you name it. He had super powers too. He could fly, he could walk through walls, he could do anything. My imagination really was crazy. I was kind of a crazy kid. I finally got over him at some point, but when I was younger I really loved Binky. Imaginary friends…
When I was about 8 years old, I had a poster of N’Sync above my bed, right where I could see it whenever I was in my room. I thought that it made me sleep better. I was in love with Justin Timberlake and told people that I would marry him one day. He was my imaginary friend… or imaginary future husband. I listened to their albums on repeat until I was probably 12, then had the harsh realization that I would probably never meet the love of my life. I then moved on to listening to Britney Spears on repeat thinking that she would end up being my best friend; I learned every move to “Oops! I did it Again.” Yet again, I was devastated to find out that she was never going to be part of my life. I went through stages of Mark Hoppus and Travis Barker of Blink182, John Mayer and Jack Johnson my current loves/future husbands are Aaron Bruno of AWOL and Dan Reynolds of Imagine Dragons. He kissed me on the forehead and therefore we are a step closer to being married. I was devastated to find out that he has a wife. When will there be a real rockstar boyfriend/husband? Dreaming never gets old.
My imaginary friend was a wolf named Balto, like from the movies. He would run along side the bus every day to school with me, jumping over mailboxes and weaving in and out of cars.NO LIE. I loved Balto, and it was nice to know that he would always be there for me.
I had a CRAZY imaginary friend. It was some sort of monster [ a nice one, of course ],
that was neon purple with daisy yellow polka dots, and his name was Happy.would play all sortsof fun games together. My favorite game was ”Kitty”. I would tie a scarf around Happy’s ankle and walk him. And whenever I couldn’t reach the ” Big girl swings Happywould help me up, which in reality was my Mother. My younger sisters cought on to this, and made some Happy’s of their own. Unfortunately, when I was 8, some of my friends told me that imaginary friends don’t exist. I made the mistake of letting them convince me. But still to this day, I know that Happy still lives in my imagination.
It started of with a piece of bacon (DISCLAIMER: I was a really weird kid). One morning, my mom made up scrambled eggs and bacon. I loved bacon so much that I decided that I decided that I would have a friend named Eugene who was a piece of bacon, so that way whenever I was hungry, I’d always have my bacon buddy readily available. Didn’t make much sense at the time, but I thought I was a genius. Anyways, I hung out with Eugene for about a week until my twin brother told me that he was really hungry and he ate Eugene. That was the end of that. RIP Eugene.