Personal Narrative-Demi Lovato Concert

As discussed throughout this course music is a bridge that brings people together. As I sat through this concert I looked around and noticed that there was a great mixture of cultures and races attending despite the small attendance for the event. Socially I noticed that people were conversing and laughing with one another. Parents were engaging and being attentive to their young children as they ran around on skates and scooters. It made an impression on me that it was a time that for many people, was a bonding experience. Memories were being made for people of all ages.

When I'm at the Twenty One Pilots concert I will get to meet new people who also like the same band that I do. While I'm there I get to see them live and feel the vibe of all the fans. When the band is done performing and go backstage I will get to meet Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph.

I went to a chamber music concert called Attravereso il Mare, on October 17 at 8 pm at Boston Court located in Pasadena. This project performs Italian-American songs which represent the Italian-American culture. My friend and I arrived 1 hour early, and people kept coming. Most of them are family and friends, and only few of them were coming alone, but they all had more concert experience than me because this was my first time attending any kind of concert. This concert was in a very small room with only 100 seats, but all seats were fulfilled. This concert experience impressed me a lot and changed my feeling about concert.

Meghan, your goddess appearance hypnotized and paralyzed me. The sound of your honey-like voice can break the spell, but also compels me to do your bidding. A long gaze into those hazel-green eyes reveals the future and our past lives together. Your body's like silk. It's soft and smooth when you touch me. Whether you are holding me or when I'm nestling on your lap or breast, I feel secure, loved, also like I'm your baby. When we cuddle in your bed or elsewhere, I feel like a man protecting my woman. With you in my arms and right hand caressing your belly, as if our child in there. No matter if your hair is in a ponytail, bun, brushed, braided, wild/in a mess, if you are [literally] having a bad hair day, or do not feel sexy, you'll always

As I stood in awe of Drake at Austin City Limits Music Festival, I realized how frequently I go to concerts and how heavily music has impacted my life (/teenage years?idk). Growing up, my mom shared a diverse range of artists with me. As a child I would listen to Randy Travis and Dolly Parton one day then Michael Jackson and Madonna the next. Commentary____________________________________ Commentary Music is a way for me to connect with family, friends, and strangers on an exhilarating level. Music is a way for me to escape from society and dive into a pool of melodies. The stress of AP courses that have bombarded my life is gone. The exhaustion I get after running miles at practice seems irrelevant. The pressure of standardized tests and the heavy expectation to do well fades away. The money I spent on the concert ticket no longer has value. Here in this moment, with a mass of loud, sweaty, upbeat people, I feel at ease. I desire an intense feeling

A well-known fact about me is that I go to concerts on a semi-regular basis. In my experience I've encountered countless of different people at shows. There's a few different categories they all can fall under however: the drunk, the thirteen year old that probably shouldn't be at this show, the dad who's in the pit with the thirteen year old, the jerk dude that thinks he's "hardcore", the screaming girl, and the guy who's shoving everyone trying to get to the front.

The night of October 12, 1927 was a cold night. The snow was coming from the sky like cold white tears. It was as if the sky was crying from all the things it had seen and tonight it would cry even more. I was on a business trip for work. It was around 10:00 the night of the tragedy. I walked by dozens of nightclubs back in Michigan but they were nothing compared to the ones here in Los Angeles. The music flooded my ears and laughter and clashing glasses filled the air. The smell of alcohol and cigar smoke was on every street I walked down. Even though the bitter cold was nipping at my nose I still got the subtle smell of sweet perfume I was not sure of what kind, but it brought back memories. Everything was going great but then came along a loud, “BANG!” My instinct was to make sure I was not the one with a bullet in me. Then I saw it, a young woman's body was lying in the sky's cold white tears. Blood was reaching out to the streets like cold red fingers. Everything had happened so fast I hadn’t even noticed all

Juxtaposed with elegant red nail nails, my mother’s calloused hands displayed her willingness to provide for her family. Whether she needed to carry the weight of a fifty pound car battery or flip burgers at a gas station to make it, her hands quickly spent the money earned on my brother and me. These hands also held the power to prepare a five-star dinner, clean the kitchen, and soothe my greatest of woes, all before nine o’clock. Two years later, it was these hands that caused my woes.

The slim, white framed mirror positioned in the corner of my room glares back at me, projecting a transparent image of reality. The reflective glass reveals my hazel brown eyes, pale smile, freckled face and confident stature. Yet what lies beyond the perfection–beyond the seemingly faultless façade–is a tsunami of fear suppressing the strength I once possessed…

Music has been known to unify performers, as well as audience members. Different elements of a performance bring these groups together, although the groups are brought together in similar ways. The performers are brought together through the many hours put into each performance and song writing, but the audience members grow closer together through the different gatherings and social events and performances. Overall, these two groups of people are seen to grow closer and closer together as time has progressed.

Are you sure you don't want me to just drive you guys there, said Marissa's mom. No were fine, I said it's just a mile walk it will only talk 20 minutes and we have each other. As me and marissa were walking down the drive way she turned to me and said I'm kinda scared this is a long walk and it's dark out. We'll be fine, I exclaimed. As we walked down the road we heard a noise in the dark.

trace of the concert ever being there. A concert can entertaining and exhilarating because one gets to see their favorite artist and experience something

Waiting in line is probably the worst part of bars. It gives the heart time to speed up, the sweat time to pool in the hands. I rub more and more chalk into my palms until the skin is bleached parchment. Despite this, it’s my turn too quickly.

Because the "Made in Germany 1995-2011" tour represented the culmination of the band's career, most of the audience members could sing along with every single song. Even though I did not know the words, I was carried away by the enthusiasm of the crowd, plus the energy that the bend itself exuded from the stage. A band called the Deathstars opened the concert. Our seats were far away from the stage, in the first balcony rows. At first I thought this would be terrible viewing, but it turned out to be a good place to sit because we could see everything including the way the audience in the pit behaved.

My friends had decided to enjoy the music from a safe distance from the crowd, but being that this was my first music festival, I wanted to experience it up close and personal. We got there just as the crowd from the previous dj was dispersing, so I managed to be at the very front of the stage. As the music started playing and the crowd began its opening applause, my heart started racing so fast I thought it might’ve tripped over its own feet.