This was the third time I was attending a Fall Out Boy …show more content…
After over an hour of standing in the line, the doors were opened. The line moved quickly and ticket collectors struggled to keep up with the anxious fans all ready to see a concert of a lifetime. As we entered our tickets were exchanged for bright red wristbands clearly stating “VIP” in bold black letters, and we were told the direction of our section. To our far left was the merchandise table, and about 50 feet to away from that was the cold, steel, grandstand seating. Straight ahead we saw a fenced in area, with security guards covering the entrances. This was the place we would be spending the next hour and a half. Loose dirt flew into the air as Carly and I’s matching pairs converse slapped against the ground as we made our way to the pit area. As soon as Carly and I flashed the guards our wristbands, we were ushered through into the crowd of people already forming inside. We secured our standing room, and almost immediately the anticipation and nerves of the day practically bubbled out of me. We were already packed in against hundreds of other people, but instead of feeling repulsed or scared, I felt a beautiful sense of safety, community, and a shared love for Fall Out Boy. All these people were there for the same reason as me - to listen to amazing …show more content…
The loud voices and screams turned to hushed whispers as confusion set in. Just as Carly and I started speculating about what was happening, a single strum of a guitar was heard throughout the crowd. Instantly the screams of thousands were drowned about by Fall Out Boy’s guitar riffs, bass lines, the beating of drums, and note sung from one end of the musical spectrum to another. The third song was when I felt the first raindrop hit my forehead. Some screamed, some frantically searched through their bags for an umbrella, and some were like me, welcoming the water coming down. The smell of rainwater filled my nostrils as it mixed into a brew of sweat and tears. I looked up at the stage, and looked past the anger, the sadness, and the stress locked up inside. I looked past betrayal, jealousy, and past fear. I only saw hands moving over guitar strings and the crowd jumping and screaming in sync. Over the next hour, I was in a state of pure ecstasy. Every lyric sung had a backup of thousands of voices, and every note played was done with such precision I could barely keep up. This was the moment I realized what I wanted to do with my life. Create music, and create feelings like this for a career. To be able to have experiences like that every night of my life. Through the next hour, even though i couldn’t hear myself think, and I was constantly being pushed, I felt