Win Tickets to See 30 Seconds to Mars at the Pageant! [Updated with Winners]

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Wanna see the Frozen Embryos -- er, 30 Seconds to Mars this coming Monday, April 18? A to Z wants to send you to the sold-out show for free!

All you have to do is dream out-loud. Come on ladies (and dudes alike) -- we know you've thought about it. Just look at that dreamboat. If you were in Angela Chase's shoes, you might not have been so quick to push him away when he put the moves on you, sitting in the front seat of that sweet ride. You may have let the steam room make-out sessions go on for just a few weeks longer. Or maybe you're more of a Brian Krakow kinda gal. (Not that there's anything wrong with that, this just might not be the contest for you.)

Update: After heated deliberation whereby we couldn't pick just three and had to find another pair of tickets, we are happy to offer congratulations to Chelsea, Sara, Bonnie and Beverly! Seriously: This was awesome. We hope the show is, too.

To win a pair of tickets (we have three!), just describe your dream date with Jordan Catalano, that one you've already mapped out in your head a dozen times. A to Z will pick its favorite. This is a totally subjective contest, but we at A to Z reserve the right to award extra points for steaminess (soft-core please, this is network television) and prose that resembles that of the characters. Please remember: your date is illiterate, so avoid movies with subtitles.

Rules: To be eligible, leave a comment which describes your dream date as well as your name and some way for us to contact you (twitter handle, link to facebook page, e-mail address). One date per e-mail address. Employees of the Riverfront Times are not eligible (but may still submit their fan fiction if they're so inclined).

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TY
TY

FYI it was the Boiler Room not the steam room

Sara
Sara

Whoo hoo! What do I do? I didn't get anything on Twitter...

It's just me the cat
It's just me the cat

I'm Chrissy W, and I go to Liberty High, it is the best school in the whole world, because Jordan Catalano goes to my school! This boy is a dreamboat, but he is always in a dream state, and it is really hard to get his attention. Trust me when I say that I have tried hard to get him to notice me. Once he walking downtown near the theatre, it was after the show and kind of late, and I thought maybe I could try talking to him. I shouted "Jordan! Jordan! Hey Jordan! Jordan!, Jordan Catalano!" but he just looked down and kept walking, bet he didn't hear me that time.

I have tried sitting behind him in class, sometimes I try to smell his hair, but it proves difficult when the rest of the class is there. Now I know I am not really beautiful, but I developed early and the boys have been known to pay special attention to me from time to time. They have given me so many compliments, especially about my ample chest. A lot of the time they tease me, and tell me I am stuffing, but I convince them that this is all me. I take them under the gym bleachers, lift my shirt and bra, and show them.I even did that with Jordan's friend, I can't remember his name, but he has weird eyebrows. He laughed at me, and another of his friends handed him five dollars, wonder what that was about?

It is time I made Jordan Catalano realize that I have been here, patiently waiting for him to notice me. I got his phone number from the strange eyebrow guy, and I will not tell you the things I had to do in order to get it. So I called Jordan a couple of nights ago. He finally answered to phone when I was ready to hang up, "Hello?" he said. My voice went all sexy then, and I asked him if he knew who this was, I gave him a hint and said I sat behind him in one of his classes. I told him I was in love with him, and that I wanted to smell his hair. There was this huge pause on the other end of the line, and then Jordan said," I think you have the wrong number" and hung up. I have to admit, that I did not expect that, I mean he never even asked who it was. You would think a girl like me would give up, but you are mistaken, I persevered, and finally got my date with Jordan Catalano!.

The most amazing thing happened, I was driving around in my parent's woody station wagon last night, trying to find a party, or someone to hang out with, when I took a wrong turn, and ended up on a road going out of town. I was looking for a good place to turn around, when I thought I saw car I recognized on the shoulder. I drove past, and to my astonishment I saw that it was Jordan. He had the door open, and was smoking a cigarette. It looked like he had car trouble, and I pulled over right in front of his car, and jumped out. I asked him if he needed a ride, and he slurred a bit, and sat looking at me for such a long time. His blue eyes focused on my face, and he said the words I always wanted to hear " Give me a ride back to town."Jordan took his keys, slammed the door, and staggering slightly, went over to my drivers side, and climbed in. I was not sure what to do, I thought I was going to drive, but I jumped in the passenger side, and barely closed the door when he sped off. He was driving around looking for a house, where there was supposed to be a party. All sorts of things were going through my head, I could not believe my luck. Jordan was here, with his dark hair in his eyes, and his plaid shirt, and ripped jeans, I could barely breathe I was so excited.

He seemed sort of out of it, and pulled over in front of a house on a street I did not recognize. He lay his head back and just sat there, saying nothing. I slid over to be near him, I asked him if this was where the party was, but he just mumbled back. I told him how I was thrilled to be able to help him out, and that I would love to spend more time with him. I felt bold and I touched his hair, it felt soft and silky in my fingers. I leaned in to smell it, my nose was touching his neck. I could not help myself, my hand stole into his plaid shirt, he had a white T-shirt on under it, and I ran my hands over his flat hard stomach, leaning over him slightly. This seemed to evoke a response from him, and he pushed my head down lower with one hand and groaned. My breath caught in my throat, did Jordan want me to do what I thought he wanted? He groaned again softly,and I was just about to tell him I am not that kind of a girl, but would make an exception for him when, I felt hot liquid gush all over the top of my head. The smell of vomit filled the car, and I gasped and pulled back, trickles of vomit ran down my hair, and dripped on my shirt. Jordan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at me. "Sorry, thanks for the ride" he said, and stumbled out of the car towards the house with the light on. I was so mad, I wiped at the puke, and slid into the drivers seat, after a few minutes was able to find my way home.When I had showered and put on clean sweats, I lay on my bed and relived every moment. It actually was not that bad, I finally had my date with Jordan, he would surely remember, and approach me in school now. I smiled to myself, tracing our initials in the bedspread, yes we had shared so much, he would want to get to know me better. I could not wait to go to school tomorrow and start our relationship.

you remind me of the babe!
you remind me of the babe!

I really can't think of a whole lot of PG-13 things I was dreaming about doing with Jordan Catalano when I was 16, and I can think of a lot less PG-13 things I'd be dreaming about doing with Jared Leto as an adult. Sorry.

It's just me the cat
It's just me the cat

Jared Leto would Hate this contest, just saying. "Dreamboat" makes me wanna hurl. Can't people take this band seriously? Ok people, go ahead embarrass yourselves. Can't the contest be band related instead of this s***? PS Winner- When you go to the concert don't forget to make big signs saying I Love Jordan Catalano, because Jared loves that sooooo much, and you'll get special attention.

Sara
Sara

I don't think liking the band and liking Jordan Catalano are mutually exclusive.

Jimmy McMinn
Jimmy McMinn

Our date would start off with us going to the local burger joint for some fresh french fries and a soda... of course it would be awkward and full of inspiration. We would talk about our favorite bands and what we want to do to make the world a better place. The entire time my panties would be wet thinking about what I really want him to do between my legs. ooopps I guess I should have shared that a little later.. After that Jordan would take me to the local drive in and share a great movie experience with me. Actually it would be great for me, but the whole time he would be like when is this chick going to shut up and give me a BJ already. I digress. Anyways we would end up in the park swinging, because that's what Jordan liked to do.... but hey if that's what he liked to do.. its what I liked to do tooo! :) I love you Jordan Catalano!!!

Kfking05
Kfking05

Dream Date? Okay...OKay, so I'm married, but allowed to "date" anyone that I "meet" and can "same day date..."

I'm at the 30 Seconds To Mars show and Claire Danes gives me a smile and says, "Jordan who??? Who's Jordan? I want YOU..." and I'm like "Wha???" but she's like, "Don't think about (YOUR WIFE), I'm right here and like, 16 years old..." and I'm like, "CLAIRE DANES, THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT EVER SINCE I'VE SEEN "POLISH WEDDING"!!! But, of course, the 16 year old "Claire Danes" will not be at this show and I will have to keep my sick fantasies to myself (but now to my ridiculously transparent postings have exposed me!!!). But maybe I'll someday get to live out my perverted fantasies!!!!

Chelsea
Chelsea

It's 2011, and the two of us are attending the 15-year reunion for Liberty High School's Class of 1996, where the Frozen Embryos (Tino actually showed up) are scheduled to play.

Jordan arrives an hour late because he both thought the reunion was next weekend, and then turned that beautiful red car down "Guardian Street" instead of "Gallatin Street" after not being able to properly read the invitation.

Upset that he missed his performance (wait, is he upset? He sort of always looks like that...), Jordan grabs my hand, and we make our way to the girls bathroom, where we spend the evening taking shots of whiskey with Rayanne and Rickie and laughing about the way we used to be.

The night ends on a perfect note -- and the boiler room floor.

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BJThomas13
BJThomas13

Having just finished watching all 19 episodes of My So-Called Life, I can happily say that I have been enjoying amazingly inappropriate dreams about Jordan Catalano for the past week. (Waking up the next morning and realizing that I'm 16 years too late, and fantasizing about what would be an 18 year old is slightly jarring. Oops!)

In my dreams I've taken on the persona of Angela Chase, walking the halls of Liberty High searching for the mysteriously sexy, but slightly wounded, love of my life learning against his locker.

The words to the song he sang last night at Tino's loft still echos in my head: “She's all I need and that's what I said 
I call her Red...” Who would have thought that Jordan Catalano would write a song about me? I didn't even think he knew who I was until he invited me to watch Frozen Embryos play last night. And now I found out he's written a song about me. (I knew the red hair was a good choice no matter what Mom says.)

I turn the corner and there he is. Leaning – of course. What is he thinking about when he leans? Maybe he's thinking about me. Focus! I have to go over there and talk to him. I have to say something.

“Did you just get done with class?” I ask. Why do I always ask questions that I obviously know the answer to?

“Yeah,” he says.

He's always doing that. Just answering and then stopping and staring off into nowhere. He's obviously deep in thought.

“You wanna go somewhere?”

Oh my god. Jordan Catalano is asking ME to leave with him!

“Yeah, I guess,”I shrug, trying to not show how I'm seriously about to freak out. I can barely even breathe.

He turns without saying anything and I follow him down to the boiler room. I've always heard what happens here, mainly from Rayanne. She's always going down here with someone or other.

He leans against the wire fence and turns and looks at me. How can someone's eyes tell you so much about them? He grabs my face in his hands. Oh my god, it's about to happen. I'm finally going to kiss Jordan Catalano.

Is this the right thing to do? What if he's just using me? All I can think is what Jordan is always saying, “Whatever happens, happens...”

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Kim
Kim

I wouldnt bore him with a million questions hes had to answer more times than he cares to remember, we could hang at the loop or go downtown or just catch a game. He must get tired of always having to be the star. So live and let live, he wouldnt stand out accept for some passing glances trying to figure out if it was really Jordan, because no one would believe he was with me.

Annie Zaleski
Annie Zaleski

I don't care what we do on our date; I just want to watch him lean.

Beverly
Beverly

Our school is having some lame pep rally for some stupid football game.  I can't stand being around those bubbly airhead cheerleaders yelling in my face to show "school spirit". While the rest of my class walks into the gymnasium, single-file, I sneak into the bathroom.  A few minutes later I step out and the hallways have gone quiet.

Not knowing what to do with my free hour, I go out the back door of the school where the soccer field is.  I wander aimlessly and turn the corner of the building and BAM --

Jordan Catalano is leaning against the bricks, smoking a cigarette.  I'm so surprised that I want to poop my pants.

I can tell I've startled him, but he cooly composes himself.  "Hey, Angela, right?  What are you doing out here?"  I stll can't believe that he's right in front of me.  A breeze blows his hair over his face. I'm sure it smells amazing "I..uh..umm..I can't deal with pep rallies," I manage to stammer.  "Yeah, me neither" he says while taking a long drag on his cig.  "Hey, since we have some time, lets hit up the mall, I wanted to pick up a new jean-jacket."

I take the time to process what happened.  Jordan Catalano is asking *me* to go to the mall with him. In his car!  I start feeling tingles below my waist.  Is this like, a date?  No, no it's not a date.  But he wants to take me somewhere! Just be cool Angela, don't blow this.  "Umm, yeah sure, I love the mall"  Did I just tell him I love the mall. God he probably thinks I'm such a loser.

"Cool, follow me."  We walk to the parking lot and get in his car.  He turns the key and Juliana Hatfield's "Make it Home" starts blaring.  He puts the volume down. "Sorry about that."  "No, that's uhh, I uhh, I love Juliana Hatfield," I say, pleasantly surprised.  "Yeah, my friend let me borrow this tape.  It's not bad"  He turns the volume back up and we take off.   

"Is it cool if we stop at my place, I have to pick up some money?" he asks.  "Yeah, sure."  A couple minutes later we pull in to his driveway.  "Come inside for a second, no one's home"  I follow him through the front door.  He pushes it shut and looks at me.  "This is a nice hou--" He cuts me off and pushes me against the wall and our lips come together.  He's gentle but firm.  He grips my waist with his hands and I feel his tongue in my mouth.  I'm so overwhelmed that my body goes limp.  He whispers in my ear "God you're sexy" and starts kissing my neck.  We move over to the couch were we spend the next hour exploring each other's bodies. 

Afterwards, We drive back to the school.  I'm still in dreamlike haze until we walk in the building and see all the kids coming out of the gymnasium.  I turn to Jordan to say goodbye but he's already gone, somewhere in the mass of students.   Someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn around.  It's Rickie.  "God, I hate pep rallies" he says.  "Yeah," I reply.  "They're not so bad."

Beverlykxb631 at mail.com

Emily
Emily

So if this is a fantasy date I might as well go all out.So it'd start out him picking me up, we head to a movie, some kind of action flick I hate Romcoms, see the movie, have fun, throw popcorn at each other yadda yadda.The movie would get out, but wait! The night is still young! We still have plenty of time, so we brain storm ideas. Mini-golf? Ice Cream? Go-Karting? No, all to boring for our taste. So he says something along the lines of "I know what we can do, follow me." We get to his car and get in. We start driving but what's this? He's speeding! And playing with some funky levers on his dashboard. We keep getting faster until we reach about ehh, 88 miles or so, then, BAM! Bright lights, weird noises, all that good stuff. I am freaking out and he is just sitting there grinning like an idiot. I look around outside and I see that we are in the future! Woah, man. I just traveled in time with Jordan Catalano. We get out, have shannagins in the future, and still get home on time for curfew. Now that's what I call a date. (Did I just write a crappy Back to the Future/Jordan Catalano fic?) Twitter: www.twitter.com/exoemily

Ashlee Beck
Ashlee Beck

I'm a strange one, I guess, as my "perfect date" is actually based off a scene from Requiem for a Dream (no drug use involved, swear!), so forgive me "My So-Called Life". I'm a bit of a free spirit, and I love when "Harry" and "Marion" gain entrance into the apartment building and go out onto the roof. I have a feeling Jared spends a lot of time doing what us "commonfolk" would consider rather extraordinary, and to me, just hanging out with him for a day would be quite extraordinary, so just hanging out somewhere exhilarating would seem like equal grounds for a great date. Though I'd definitely be a bit frightened, I've never been up in the Arch before, so who better to share the experience with? Then something simple, just hanging out down by the waterfront. Call me boring, but seriously, wouldn't you rather get to spend TIME with someone awesome that you'll probably never get to hang out with again? Sounds like one hell of a day to me!

ambeck@eiu.edu

Michelle Buol Monaco
Michelle Buol Monaco

Taking the chance that all my friends will make fun of me and I may never live this down....that's how much I want tickets. Start at Halo for drinks before a Buffalo Tom concert. While in the show sweaty from the crowd he grabs my hand. We head outside to his 72 red Plymouth, head out of town to a grassy field where we lay under the stars as he serenades me with his guitar.

Not soft core porn but noteworthy all the same. :)

Sara
Sara

Here's my perfect date. It starts based on my favorite scene in the show where Jordan comes to visit Angela in the middle of the night.

Jordan Catalano my parents kitchen in the middle of the night. It's a school night, and my parents are upstairs sleeping so I'm worried about us being discovered.

"You said you wanted to do it in your bed while your parents were asleep," he says as we kiss. I'm terrified that someone will hear him, but at the same time, I think this invitation sounds pretty good.

"I think that's a bit too risky," I say, biting my lip and laughing. We haven't gone "all the way" yet, but I've thought about it pretty much constantly since we started making out in the boiler room during math class.

"I know, but the only other place we could go is this house where Tino and some other people have been going to...you know...do it," he says. This idea sounds terrible to me. Do I really want to have sex for the first time in some gross abandoned house?

No, not at all. In fact, I don't want to wait. I want tonight to be THE night. But I can't tell him that. But of course I want him -- every girl would! And I'm scared, but I feel like it's right. Plus, he's RIGHT THERE in my living room. I decide, what the hell, I'll risk it.

"Well, that doesn't sound like a place to take someone like me," I say with another laugh as we kiss. I wrap my fingers around his neck and then run them through his hair slowly. His big eyes have never looked more inviting.

"Where do you think we should go, then?" he says smiling.

I grab his hand and silently lead him up the stairs and into my room. With every step, I feel more and more nervous, but the nervousness is part of the fun. I feel tingly all over.

Finally, we reach my room. I close the door and then look around for anything incriminating, like stuff animals or maybe notes where I've scrawled "Ms. Catalano" or "I love Jordan." I don't see anything.

Jordan is acting like this kind of thing happens to him all the time. He pounces on me once the door is shut. He's eager.

"Whoa, slow down," I tell him. I stop him and break his lips away from mine. I stare at him for a long time, thinking how amazing that he's here with me, in my house, in my room, in my BED. The only thing separating us are a few layers of clothing. I feel like I'm on fire. I stare into his beautiful eyes for what seems like forever.

"What?" he says. "What?"

"Nothing," I say. "Shhhhhh."

Then we kiss. Things get blurry. And sweaty. All I hear is our breathing. His hands run up and down my body violently, tearing at my PJs. I lie back and think this is more than I can handle.

But I don't want to stop.

....

AND THAT'S MY PERFECT DATE with JORDANTwitter: sarasel

Kat
Kat

i'd spend our date teaching him how to read.

Sonia Zuroweste Wagner
Sonia Zuroweste Wagner

As a 30-something married woman, I'd like to write about why I'd like tickets to the show, and what I'd do on a date with Jared Leto (Jordan Catalano is a high school student, after all).

I'll start off by saying I have been a fan of 30STM from the beginning. I first saw them at the Gargoyle with maybe 200 other people, and met Jared for the first time then too. I've been to subsequent shows and met him a couple other times. I didn't buy tickets to this show because I had a hard time finding someone to go with last year. I ended up going with a friend last year. We didn't know each other well, but we went and had a good time. That person and I have since had a significant falling out and no longer speak to each other. Just the thought of going to the show makes me a little sad. But anyway, my husband is not a fan of the young girls squeeling for Jared so he doesn't wanna go. I was going to buy a ticket for just myself, but then they sold old.

As a married woman celebrating her sixth wedding anniversary today, I can't say I have a romantic interest in Jared. However, I'd love to hang out. I hear he likes St. Louis, so I'd love to show him around some of my favorite places here in my home town. Also, the last time I saw 30STM I had a strong desire to arm wrestle him, so we can throw that in too.

Mostly, I'd love to go see the band live again. I do own all three albums and used to be an "echelon" member and all that stuff.

Maria
Maria

Oh the tings I would do........

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