A roaring applause erupted from the seating area of the Hard Rock Cafe as the performing band walked off stage. That meant one thing; we were next. My stomach felt like it was jumping up and down on a trampoline. I had only been playing guitar for two years at this point and this was my first time ever performing live. My bandmates and I were standing in the lobby waiting on the call for us to come on stage. The rest of the night had gone so fast, but whenever our instructor, Miles, signaled to us that it was our turn, the next few seconds felt like an eternity.
Guitar over my shoulder, I started to walk towards the ramp that lead up to the stage. In front of me was a giant mob of people that resembled a forest with trees so high and thick throughout that you couldn’t see the other side. We started to plod through the crowd. My shoes became heavy chains, dragging me down as I attempted to move forward. Once on stage, I glanced out at the crowd I was performing for. It couldn’t have been for more than a mere second or two, but it felt like minutes. I could see nothing but faces scattered throughout the building. There were so many people in every direction I looked and they all looked the same to me. The loud chattering mixed with music playing in the background added to the excited ambience in
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I grabbed the amp cord off of the floor and plugged it into my guitar as I stared at my feet, heart beating faster and faster. I glanced nervously at the rest of the band and they all had the same blank, nervous expression on their faces. My brain was going haywire trying to quickly go over my lyrics and chords, however, it suddenly stopped when I felt Miles’s hand on my shoulder. I turned around and he asked me if I was ready. Just as I nodded, he grabbed the microphone and introduced the band. I blanked; I can’t recall a single thing he said until he let out a bellowing, “Are you ready for Wake-Up
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.
On the Run Run. The only word repeats in my head: Run. I cannot stop, I am not allowed. No matter how much I am gasping for oxygen to reach my lungs, I cannot. No matter how much my legs burn and ache, I cannot.
Listening, I could hear them, the persistent sound of chatter and laughter. The roar of ambient joy rang from the house and into the ears of everyone behind the scene. You never know what to expect when you're standing backstage; you never know what's going to happen. Thousands of thoughts and worries are bouncing around your head. What if I mess up my life? What if I miss my cue? What if I forget how to speak? It isn't until that very precise moment when the audience's voices have hushed to a whisper and directly before the curtain has opened that your mind becomes clear. You forget all about the hundreds of people that came to see your show. You forget all about the friends you have in the audience just waiting for that moment when you have to do some embarrassing stunt on stage to capture it on film. You even forget all about who you are and all your worries. In that moment, you are an actor.
That moment was the most gut wrenching; the first moment you first see the crowd watching your every movement. When I stood there, my eyes scanned the crowd-filled stands in search for my mom. My eyes peeked up to the press box where I saw the slight movements of the five people that would be judging our performance. I looked up at the sky to calm myself and not think about the pains I always felt in my back before a performance. I took a final deep breath and watched our main drum major begin to conduct her hands to start the
During the concert the pianist, drummer and saxophonist did a great job, making the rhythm unforgettable. One of the songs that was performed was "Wrapped around your fingers" it contained a romantic melody. While the piano and saxophone then alternated the rhythm, as the passion of the song was motivating everyone to fall into the rhythm of it. The melody which was steady seemed to get faster like a heartbeat by the climax of the song. The sounds were increasingly getting louder until all instruments met at the top with a ban...
On Friday April 21, I attended Chicago, a musical performed in Griswold Theatre at American International College. The performance started at 7 p.m and I arrived at approximately 6:45 p.m. This was the first time I had ever attended a live musical performance and the first thing I noticed upon walking into the lobby of the theatre was the excitement. The audience had a buzz among it, making it very apparent that everyone was looking forward to seeing the actors hard work pay off on the stage.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
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I remember vaguely, my stomach shaking and lips quivering. I wanted to be there and I wanted to stay there, but, in my head, something was wrong. My surroundings, the voices, and the environment just didn’t feel right to me. The place I had arrived at was where I had been hoping to go, for years, yet being there brought a different type of emotion to my mind. My assumed feeling was happiness and joy, but in the instance that I was there, anxiety and fear flooded through my mind. I couldn’t find any valid reasons as to why I was feeling this way. After all, I was only attending a concert.
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.
As quick as a flash of lighting Gnash comes on stage,everyone explodes with excitement. He comes out singing a very energetic song that gets everyone dancing and singing along. I take a look around,everyone in that entire room has a smile on their face and looks truly happy, including myself. I jerk my attention back to Gnash because I don't want to miss a second of his amazing performance. As the night goes on everyone is laughing,singing,dancing, and smiling.
The air was thick with screaming kids and a loud candance in front of us. Humidity and heat where upsetting factors. The stadium was fuller than normal because it was a special night. It was special for me too, for I was trying something new. Ready to step off, the high school advances, then middle school, and finally it's our turn. The elementary band has never been known for being able to march like the others, and that was proven correct today. We started in straight lines, pleasant to the eye. But with every step we took, they got worse and worse. With sweat forming, I looked ahead. Turning my head to the sound of the drums being struck, I see a group of kids much older than me wearing black and white. They looked so uniform and prepared for what the day had to bring. Understanding how to walk in lines and step in time was what I noticed first. I wanted to be apart of that group. I couldn't handle being with so many people who had no idea what they were doing. Just one more year and I knew I would sound,
When you think of concerts, you think of nationwide tours by a world renowned band. You think of arenas, filled to the brim with excited fans, and merch booth upon merch booth. As you picture it in your head, you can almost feel your eardrums shattering with the combined volume of the music and the crowd. There’re laser lights, on stage theatrics and your mind is blown away as you try to put your attention onto everything at once. It’s a wonderful mental image.
Without warning, the lights went dark. This was the moment I had been waiting for. My adrenaline went through the roof. The time had finally come that I would get to see and hear my first live concert.
Then audience members who were perfect strangers who were screaming loudest would turn to each other with knowing glances and smile because they were sharing the same excitement and connecting with one another over their love of this man’s music. There was no pushing or shoving to get closer to the stage – it wasn’t that kind of crowd. Instead, there was mutual respect for one another’s space within the confines of the too-small venue. Nobody wanted to be the person who ruined it for someone else. It was this respect that made the audience members’ connections with one another that much stronger – we were all here to listen to this wonderful man’s music and see his performance – and, of course, we were here to enjoy it.