Personal Narrative

It was a cold windy day in late November. It was a typical winter day in Rhode Island. The sky was blue, but the air had a chill to it and you could almost smell the snow arriving. My friends and I stood in a circle lightly bouncing trying to use each others body heat to keep ourselves warm. It has always been our tradition to get to an arena at least an hour before a concert starts and wait for the doors to open. This day was no different. We refused to let the weather break our tradition even if our nose and cheeks began to turn rosy red and our fingers and toes were going numb. As I stood in line and waited to enter the stadium, there was a flush of enthusiasm in the air. The biting wind cannot snuff out everyone’s excitement. I was standing …show more content…
This was the moment I had been waiting for. My adrenaline skyrocketed. I couldn’t believe I was going to see my favorite band live. As the dark stadium filled with people, I listened to the sound of the music coming from the speakers, and waited for the opening band to play. I could feel the anticipation coming from everyone around. The crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar strum and a voice came out from the backstage. The band Heaven’s Basement came out and the crowd erupted in a thunderous roar of screams. People were jumping up and down, and nodding their heads. After Heaven’s Basement had left the stage and the house lights came back on, the crowd looked worn out. Many guys had taken their shirts off to cool off, and the smell of the arena reminded me of the way my high school gym smelled after gym class. My friends and I were really pleased with the opening band. The crowd seemed pleased with the performance as well. There’s nothing like a good opening band to set the tone of the show. We had a chance to relax before The Pretty Reckless came out …show more content…
The band let the crowd scream for a moment before coming onstage. During the wait there was a big screen in the background that was showing animation and clips of the band. Finally after waiting, the band was hoisted by the elevation platform, and the screams were twice as loud as before. The screams were thundering throughout the entire arena and seemed loud enough that it could pop someone’s eardrums. The band began their first song and the arena was covered in people jumping up and down and screaming from every angle. It was an incredible experience.
At first the concert started out really crazy, and then began to slow down. Finally, the chant slowed back down again, and people’s voices began to dwindle. It was very clear everyone enjoyed the concert. The booming of the bass, the wonderful voice of the singer, the haunting melody of the guitars, and the happiness of the performers unveiled at the end of the concert. There was nothing that exceeded the emotions that I imagined in a concert. The enthusiasm and dedication seeped through the singer’s microphone as the strumming guitars, beating drums, and pounding bass echoed through the walls of the large venue. An hour later, my lung gave out after screaming and singing the lyrics louder than the performers themselves. I saw the whole venue transform into a gigantic group, as everyone listened