"Is this real?" Jordy screamed to me as we watched the five boys pop up from under the stage as Up All Night began. Shouting, screaming, music all pumping through my body at once. I was living the dreams I had been having for a long time now. The night was finally here. I was standing in the crowd of a One Direction concert and nothing could take away the high I was experiencing right now. Not the sweat not the deafening screams, not even our deteriorating sign; nothing. Four Hours Earlier... I checked the time on my phone for the third time in the last two minutes, still 3:56pm. Finally the taxi ride drew to a close as our mothers payed the slightly irritable driver. Jordy and I bounded across the street, pausing to stare up in awe. Behind us was the sound of traffic and in front of us was a massive line of teenage girls waiting for their tickets to sound check- an opportunity Jordy and I could only dream of. Once our mums had caught up to us we all gathered in the shade of the merchandise stand. I was ready to use the money that had been burning a hole in my pocket since I had gotten off the plane in Melbourne airport. After around ten minutes after our arrival my mum asked a man when the merchandise stall opened. 5 o'clock, we had another hour. While we were debating what to do, my mum decided to ask one of the many girls running past us on what they were all doing. "We're going to sound check," the girl replied excitedly. "We have an extra ticket would you like it?" She asked, turning to me. My brain froze. I was being offered a ticket to One Direction's Sound check. A little voice in the back of my mind reminded me I couldn't leave Jordy. She is my best friend and if the roles we're reversed she would decline the ticket ... ... middle of paper ... ...e that in," said the security woman, motioning to our sign. My heart sank. We'd worked so hard on that sign and it was our one chance on getting One Direction to know we exist. "We'll take the lights off. They're the problem right?" Jordy exclaimed suddenly. That led to us on the ground by the gates furiously ripping the lights off our sign, ruining it before we even got inside. Both Jordy and I were devastated as we queued up for water. But everything was worth it, the running, the nerves the disasters. We were finally here, standing at the front row of the back section at a One Direction concert watching our idols do what they love. We'd already lost out voices and I was pretty sure I had a sweat puddle around me but I was bursting with happiness we had gone from not having any tickets at all and now we were here experiencing a night I will remember forever.
On Monday March 25, some members of the baseball team, my girlfriend, and I traveled to Murray State University to watch a concert performed by Nelly and the St. Lunatics. It was a terrible night to go anywhere because it was raining and storming the whole way, but there was nothing that was going to stop us from going to the concert. We where all so hyped up about it and couldn’t wait to head out. My brother, who attends Murray State, had gotten us excellent seats about seventy-five feet away from the stage.
So we figured everything out and and figured that Alex Kramper, Tori Main, Trevor Waller, Kristen Kesler, and me were going to the concert, the next day we met at Alex’s house to all ride in the concert together in Trevor’s truck, it was a planned booze cruise through St.Louis. So I woke up early in the morning for the Saturday concert and did my chores early in the morning so I wouldn’t have to do them the next day all hungover. I finally finish all my chores and then take a shower and head out to Alex’s house dressed in rock concert material, with a Captain Morgan handle and a case of Stag.
The sun had just set and all the street lights had begun to turn on to help see through the dark alleys. Just before we began to close the store something surprisin...
I strode in front of 400 frenzied eighth graders with my arm slung over my Fender Stratocaster guitar — it actually belonged to my mother — and launched into the first few chords of Nirvana’s ‘Lithium.’ My hair dangled so low over my face that I couldn’t see the crowd in front of me as I shouted ‘yeah, yeah’ in my squeaky teenage voice. I had almost forgotten that less than a year ago I had been a kid whose excitement came from waiting for the next History Channel documentary.
The day had finally come, the day Brooklynn, and I would meet our idol. Brooklynn’s parents picked me up around 12:00, and we were off! Our concert was at the United Center in Chicago, Illinois. It started to seemed like it was taking so long to get there. Traffic was horrific, and it seemed like we were always making little pit stops. There was a car crash, so all off the traffic was backed up. We, our usual selves, became very antsy. We started to wave at every car that passed us. That’s when we met Julia. Julia looked like our age, and Brooklynn and I started talking to her out of the window. She also was going to the Justin Bieber concert. I sort of felt bad, because her seats were at the very top of the stadium. I’m sure it was hard for her too see.
It was New Year’s Eve. Often during so, the clubs and bars would be brimming with youth and underage teenagers waiting to count down to New Year’s Day. However, I spent my New Year’s Eve in the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. The sports arena was mostly crowded with middle aged adults and everyone was there not to watch a game, but to bid farewell to a legendary hair metal band, Mötley Crüe. The band’s career spanned three decades and they ended it all at the birthplace of hair metal - Los Angeles, California. I really enjoyed the show because even though the band has aged staggeringly, they managed to maintain the elements of a hair metal concert – face-melting guitar solos, pyrotechnics, female dancers in skimpy clothing, and to
Once I let my thoughts return to the music, I knew what lie ahead of me. I tapped the nearest "big guy" on the shoulder and pointed towards the ceiling; the universal signal on the concert floor. He nodded, grabbed my foot, and pushed me on top of the crowd. Once I was up there was no turning back. Soon strong hands were surfing me towards the stage. I had the best view in the house and reveled in the moment. I was fueled by an adrenaline rush that was only heightened by the fusion of the music and the energy of the crowd.
The day finally came for the concert and we were all so excited. We loaded up the car and headed off, running late as usual. Erik was driving, his girlfriend was in the passenger seat, and Pa...
It was around 8 o 'clock when we arrived to the beauty supply. I went inside and got everything that I needed. Once we were out, we walked to the bus stop near Central and Vernon. At that time, it was about to be n...
I counted down the days as the concert date began to get closer. I knew I had to purchase new clothing so I could have something nice to wear for this event, all I can remember was the excitement of picking out which outfits to wear, and came to a decision on a nice Banana Republic light color shirt with the same brand name dark blue jeans, and a black wool coat over it. Then the day finally came, the day of the concert, It was on a Friday, and the concert was hosting a pre concert event outside of the venue free for the public which they call “The Village” and of course I wanted to attend that as well. The Village offered many free giveaways from sponsors of the event, and a mini concert performance by not a so popular artist. Every where you saw, you see all kinds of people, fashionable, fanatics, and young
As we all waited in line to go into the concert there was a thrill of excitement in the air. I was standing there with two of my friends. when we saw a few other people we knew. " Hey, come over here!" I bellowed.
It was finally here. The long awaited day was finally here. It was the day I was going to meet Fall Out Boy. The sound of the alarm started blasting through my room as I jolted awake and started frantically getting ready. I was so excited I could barely stop smiling for one minute.
It was April 1st 2002, a pretty boring day in world history, if you ask me. I remember quite clearly that it was a Monday, too. A terribly horrible, horrible Monday spent in Ames Public High, studying arithmetic and counting down the minutes until the bell would finally sound and I would be free to leave. I know that as soon as the bell had gone I dashed down the main corridor, the first ever iPod gripped in my sweaty palms and my rucksack flapping away on my back as I made my way to the park. Joey had said he would meet me at the Peter’s Park bench with his father’s car at 4pm, and then we would drive to Suzanne’s house. I still wasn’t sure what he planned on doing once we arrived, but my stomach was already knotted in anticipation of riding in a car without an adult, let alone getting somewhere in it! Let alone getting to Suzanne’s.
...nside of me. For my first time ever being at a concert, it was well worth it.
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a