 Sis came across a post of The Killers last year, where it showed they were touring for their Wonderful Wonderful album. We had a casual conversation about going to see them, making it as far as the booking page. Then we thought about logistics, switching work shifts and wondering whether we'd be too far away from the main stage. It all culminated in us deciding 'Ok, maybe not this time.' Then we saw footage of how spectacular the show was. Yes, the auditorium was huge, although the energy was electric. We questioned whether we made the right choice. Quick search as to their next venue in the UK. Oh, Luxembourg. Right. Maybe they'll tour again next year?
 I got a text from @Hinisha_ the next day, 'So, Luxembourg?' There was some similar deliberation, logistics of course factoring in that little bit more. Sometimes - most of the time - overthinking leads to not very much getting done. We switched around work commitments, booked what we needed to and were pretty excited about flying out the following week! We booked our stay at Hotel Grey, which featured many pieces of art draped on the walls. A giant fashion illustration was etched into the glass wall of our room. A fitting welcome.
 When we landed at the airport, I glanced down at the mat which said 'Bienvenue'. We were in the right place... a chance to put my French to use! All those hours of GCSE lessons resurfaced. Since then, (a whole lifetime ago) I'd wanted to speak French fluently, so have watched many a film, read texts and listened to the language unfurl with French-speaking friends. It was fun engaging in friendly chat with people in the city, especially when buying croissants and orange juice in the morning.
 'On the corner of Maine St.. just tryna keep it in line...' I first listened to The Killers when I was at secondary school. My brother gave me a collection of albums he thought I'd appreciate, where Hot Fuss and Sam's Town were two of them. Mr Brightside, of course, from the the first album is one of their most popular hits. One of my faves is actually 'Believe me Natalie', with it's rousing rhythmic beat, which also left you questioning whether 'there is an old cliché under your Monet, baby ?'
 Back to our first day in Luxembourg - best believe there's still many a plant to appreciate. We strolled past a flower shop, with bright moon cacti, lavender and sempervivum lining the shelves. I really like this succulent and I recall planting many mini rockeries with sempervive in the post here. Scaling the winding landscape, I spotted an allotment perched atop the mountainous area. Looked like a pretty zen place to spend your mornings, secateurs at hand.
 Our journey to the airport involved belting out tunes, including the amazing 'When you Were Young' and 'All These Things That I've Done.' Atmospheric car arena. Here's a mellow version of of the first melody mentioned - perfect chilled listening. The doors for the show opened at 7pm. About 2 hours in, we continued to wait in the sweltering venue. I think everyone was in a state of 'Come onn! We want to see these guitars on stage put to use!' Still, all was calm and it was a great crowd. Before you knew it, the lights descended.
 Purple lazer beams fanned out in the darkness and figures made their way on stage. It was finally happening! A silhouette of Brandon Flowers appeared on stage; the spotlight focusing on him. He pulled back his phantom arrow and the entire stadium erupted with confetti, amidst screams from the ecstatic crowd. Me and sis were absorbed in the moment for sure. I've wondered what kind of experience would warrant keyboard spamming such as this: wijfidhofmiskhmkjbjksfaiahh. I feel like this was it.
 We were launched into the upbeat synth of The Man with Brandon taking a moment after to acknowledge how hot the venue was. That it was. Hearing the classics from the first two albums being played was so surreal. Read my Mind, Reasons Unknown and eventually being catapulted into When You Were Young. One of my absolute favourites. An electric wall of sparks ignited behind the musicians, as the bridge kicked in. Arms flailing in excitement. I remember thinking half way through the concert... 'I can't believe this has to come to an end'.
 There's a few albums you look back on which remind you of an era of your life. I remember the first time I listened to Songs in A-minor by Alicia Keys and Stripped by Christina Aguilera. Coming home from school to play songs that stand out on the CD player. There's nothing quite like rediscovering songs that evoke all the memories. So, if you zoom in really hard into the bottom left quadrant of this photo, you will indeed see my bespectacled face smiling away. Ronnie Vannucci Jr. toasting us and the show. What a pleasure it was.
 Back to regular plant scheduling - our first day in the city was full of foliage. Is that a hydrangea bush? I've wanted to plant this particular flower in my garden for quite a while. They have lovely, full floral orbs. A visit to the garden centre saw me find a blue shade Hydrangea I'd been searching for. I'm hoping the roots will take hold and stunning blooms will be out in force by next year. Throwing it back to the present - the evening of this day was an evening like no other. I mean, a concert that rocked your socks right off.
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