I could feel the warmth and excitement coursing through my veins. A buzz of pure exhilaration filled a shadowy room of sweaty bodies. A feeling of unity grew amongst the crowd; our hollow bodies had finally found their home after being forgotten and lost for centuries. Suddenly, a chant roared out from the crowd, building the suspense second by second. The shadows diminished as the lights flashed on, and the revitalized crowd lunged forward, desperately reaching for the stage, as if they were yearning towards the light for dear life. It was about to begin: I was about to watch my favorite band play live for the first time.
The entire day had been leading up to this moment. It all began with a three-hour drive to Greensboro, North Carolina, on a drab and gray interstate. When I finally arrived at the venue, the line was meager and nearly all of those at the front had camped out the previous night. Nevertheless, the line was already overflowing with a colorful assortment of characters. Hair color was vibrant and clothing was …show more content…
It was frigid and bitter. I sheltered myself with a hoodie, resenting the fact that my hair would now be a mass of frizzy chaos. The air was lined with the scent of cigarette smoke and rain. Finally, after about thirty minutes of antipathy, the rain subsided. I decided to group up with those adjacent to me in line: A mother and her daughter. After talking to them for a few hours, the mother had essentially adopted me as her own and vowed to ensure that no one else would skip me in line. Unfortunately, with about 2 hours left, that connection was about to be lost. The line pushed forward, pursuing the door. The line stretched all the way from the door, up a ramp, and to a higher platform that was about one floor above ground floor; those on the second tier could look down upon those on the first floor. This would turn to be quite unlucky for those of us on the ground
The entire day had been leading up to this moment. It all began with a three-hour drive to Greensboro, North Carolina, on a drab and gray interstate. When I finally arrived at the venue, the line was meager and nearly all of those at the front had camped out the previous night. Nevertheless, the line was already overflowing with a colorful assortment of characters. Hair color was vibrant and clothing was …show more content…
It was frigid and bitter. I sheltered myself with a hoodie, resenting the fact that my hair would now be a mass of frizzy chaos. The air was lined with the scent of cigarette smoke and rain. Finally, after about thirty minutes of antipathy, the rain subsided. I decided to group up with those adjacent to me in line: A mother and her daughter. After talking to them for a few hours, the mother had essentially adopted me as her own and vowed to ensure that no one else would skip me in line. Unfortunately, with about 2 hours left, that connection was about to be lost. The line pushed forward, pursuing the door. The line stretched all the way from the door, up a ramp, and to a higher platform that was about one floor above ground floor; those on the second tier could look down upon those on the first floor. This would turn to be quite unlucky for those of us on the ground