Creative Writing On Warped Tour

next band to take the stage, more people filtered into the arena. As more people arrived, I

I wouldn't be doing the concert any justice if I didn't emphasize the buzz of the town on the day of the show. When my life long friend, and fellow DMB fan, and I rolled into the historic college town of Charlottesville, we could almost instantly feel the excitement crash into us (no pun intended). As we drove into

I pulled my sweater tighter trying to lock out the cold weather; I should have listened to my mom about this. “Wear your jacket, Farah, It’s going to be a cold one!” Her words echoed in the back of my head like an endless loop; I knew something like this would happen. I started power walking in attempt to get to my warm, cozy bed as fast as I could, almost there.

Everyone belongs to a subculture and every subculture has their niche in society. To the untrained eye, mosh pits look like unruly fighting rings. The purpose of mosh pits, however, is not to hurt people, but rather to “release frustrations and celebrate music” (Clark par. 1). Mosh pits offer a place for people to express themselves in an appropriate manner and setting, which otherwise would not be considered fitting outside of the pit. In my course of studying the subculture of mosh pits, I grew to better understand their purpose and the emotions they give off.

Luckily, I finally made it to the visitor's center. The lights were on, but only one employee sat at the front desk. I walked in and he looked surprised to see me. "Hello, how can I help you?" He said uncertainly. "It's a long story," I said.

The darkness is everywhere, the energy is flowing. That bass pedal thuds, the bass hits your chest. The flash of the strobe lights. The drums begin to blast, the guitars scream. The band is on the stage, the adrenaline fills the room. The crowd goes nuts, the music takes over, the mosh pits get brutal. The crowd surfers float above to the stage. The music is in everyone, the crowd moves as one, with every jump, with every pulse the metal runs through the veins.

Every time I go to a concert, I experience a feeling which is almost indescribable, as if no other moment matters and the musician is playing to me alone as they capture all of my emotions in one set. When i went to see The 1975 recently, this was exactly the feeling I was exposed to. Even as The 1975 progressively get a larger and larger following, you still get the feeling of seeing a small garage band. Although they have the feel of a smaller band, the setup of the stage and the aesthetics of the show will completely amaze anybody who sees them. Each song throws you headfirst into a new world, with stunning color schemes complimenting even more stunning lyrics. However, if you're looking for a concert that you can go wild at, this isn't

When I finally got to the day of the concert I was getting pretty excited. My mother drove me and my friend up there since D.C. could be scary for a new driver. I felt sort of bad for my friend because she knew absolutely nothing about them and this was her first ever concert. We took the metro to Downtown D.C. because traffic is horrible there and it is much more convenient. After we got off of the metro, the club was about five blocks away so we had to walk a little bit to get there. Right as I saw the hundreds of hipsters lined up for the sold out show I knew I was at the right

The car moves slowly on the cemented road. The highly amusing laughter changes into a random giggle as they pass a white corral style fence that separates the adjacent golf course. A 50 foot netted barrier mirrors the freeway side of the road, constructed many years ago, to prevent stray golf balls from ending up on the Golden State freeway.

September 4, 2014. I stood amongst the sweat, the heat, the pushing, and the shoving. It was close to 7 in the evening now. My friends and I hadn’t suffered in humid and over ninety-degree weather like the others. Somehow we managed to get to the front. The security guards came every so often to give us water and we passed it around to our family. We were a family; yet, before this moment I had only known nine people. Six of them stood on the stage. This was my second twenty one pilots concert. I suffered for music, for the feeling of not being alone.

I was in a sea of people, all jumping to the beat of the music. Sure, some of the people had never heard the songs and were just present, but most people, including myself, were having the time of their lives. From one song to the next, people were crowd surfing and dancing as if they would never run out of energy. My older sister, Janelle, was by my side, traveling across the vast lawn from one stage from another. Live music was practically booming all around me from all kinds of artists, with the sun beating down mercilessly.

Going to a concert is an experience incomparable to any other. Here it is, the moment, every concert goer has been waiting for, the artist coming onto the stage. Hearts begin to race as the music builds each fleeting second before the artist comes out. Smoke fills the dark stage illuminated by the band's tour video playing. Then, in the center of the stage, doors begin to open revealing four singing boys. Crying and screaming

I woke drenched in sweat, the room filled with silence and the road outside nothing short of riotous, diluted by the thin walls. The air conditioner had turned off and left the room hot and muggy and uncomfortable. You still had the thick hotel blanket up to your chest while I had long since kicked mine away; I wondered if it had to do with your upbringing in Texas, how you'd always been able to withstand hotter temperatures than I could.

Honestly I felt like I was going to puke So we went to go sit on the monster truck they had. we chilled there for a while, which isn't ideal, but yet again its more favorable than puking. Whilst on this monster truck we had a perfect view of one of the stages so we watched motionless in white from afar. So motionless in white is a pretty well known band so there were a lot of people there, so many people, and whilst I wasn't in the crowd it was amazing. I got to listen to their music while listening to all these people cheering for one single band. And it’s wild. Like when you're in the crowd you feel like you're a part of something, like you're surrounded by strangers, but you're all here for one single reason and you don't really think about it until afterwards. But watching a concert from afar is so amazing too, the lead singer dude asked everyone to to put up the horns \m/ and its not really that deep and I don't even listen to Motionless in White, but seeing so many people with their arms up putting up the horns was so amazing because in that moment I realized how many people came to this one parking lot just to listen to music and have fun and let loose and everyone there has some sort of common interest, even though every single person is completely different. and the people there in general were so amazing, even if I only spoke to a few. And I might just be making a

After getting through the ticket booth, we shoved our way through the choked masses of alternative adolescents. My ears picked up the boisterous voices of vendors advertising cheap concert memorabilia: buttons, hoodies, jewelry, t-shirts, sunglasses, key chains, and a few scandalous items. Struggling to keep up with my party, I gingerly avoided physical contact with the girls, boys, and people in between who were surrounding me. Afraid to make eye contact but fascinated nonetheless, I gaped at the unfamiliar crowd. Their hair was either dyed vibrant colors, shaved into swirls, or hidden under beanies. The boys wore skinny-jeans and converse sneakers. The girls