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When I was twelve years old, I attended my first rock concert. It was not anything fancy or huge, but I remember being excited anyway. The venue was perfect for a rock setting; the stage was decorated in black with glimmers of red highlights all around. Out of everything that day, the atmosphere and buzz in the room as we waited for the first underground rock band to perform, is the one thing I remember the most.
That same atmosphere seemed to explode when the young boys in their black leather jackets and punk rock hairstyles walked on stage though. When the music started playing, everything took on a hardcore dreamlike outlook. The music was so loud and all-consuming that it seemed as if the ways were streaming all through the streets outside the small, dingy café we were in. Young girls guys were incessantly pushing, pulling, shoving and hauling and yet, no one seemed to care. Everyone was overcome with the emotion in the lead singer’s voice and the way with which he had managed to hold the attention of everyone in the room.
The incessant pushing and shoving allowed me to move to the front of the stage, and that was where the fun began.
Once the lead singer was done churning out the slower, sadder songs, he moved on to real metal music. They band did a cover of Metallica’s The Unforgiven, and that was when the crowd fully lost it. There were so many screams and chants that one could hardly hear the band play clearly. Yet, when the concert ended after a couple of hours, everyone felt as if they had had the times of their lives!
That night, the energy inside me was so strong and powerful that I could not go to sleep. Even when I laid down on the bed, I kept going back to that small café. As I hummed to the music I had heard all night, I felt my body move to the rhythm. Smiling, It turned to my side, closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
References
Leo Beranek. Concert Halls and Opera Houses: Music, Acoustics, and Architecture. 2nd ed. USA: Springer Science & Business Media., 1996. Print.
