Rise Against Concert!
// May 14th, 2009 // 1 Comment » // writing
I am counting down the days until the next concert. School will be out and my friends and I will be going on a mini roadtrip 4 hours down south to a town so small, our school can almost triple the population. Well, here is one of my essays I wrote in school and it was about the last concert I went to:
This picture is not like any ordinary picture in my big, beefy photo album. My feet are dangling in midair supported by my fellow rockers going nuts to the crazy rhythms. My heartbeat is beating no less than one hundred times faster than the energizer bunny. I felt like I was standing on the rooftop ready to fall; my mind was racing and all I could feel was the fist-pumping music. I crowd surfed my way towards the front of the Rise Against stage. The stage looked like it was about to cry with all the stress that was put on it. Finally after what felt like a marathon of non-stop rock, the moment came for a more down-to-earth song. This was the time when our bodies could cool down, but only for a few minutes. It was like the pit stop of an Indy 500 race. “Alright Chicago, time to give our security a little break,” that was all that he needed to do to lower the pandemonium to a stable environment. It’s when crowd surfing, fist pumping, screaming until your eyes popped, and most of all the mosh pits all seized. Swuushk Swuushk. All around me lighters were elevated into the air. With so many lighters in the air, the hall illuminated like The Great Hall in a Harry Potter movie. Everyone had a daring death grip on their lighters as the swayed them left to right. The beat of the song mimicked the motion of the lighters almost perfectly. All good things come to an end and so did this emotional roller coaster. I was in awe how everyone around me shared this invisible, invincible bond after Tim sang that song.
Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud, Th, Thu, Thuuud. The drums went off like an unexpected alarm clock. The vibe in the concert pit did a 180° and I started jumping and getting back into the flow of the music. I saw a mosh pit close by and joined in. I then got sucked in the center and I felt like a human punching bag, luckily my friend swooped me out of there just in time. I was still far too new to the whole concert craze.
