Personal Narrative: Why Don T We

I felt their hands land on my shoulders, pushing me forward and backward. It eventually made me feel dizzy, but once I help myself out of that sea of humans, my heart pumped very fast like I was on a roller coaster. After a 20 minutes of delay, the concert finally started. I screamed my lungs out as I clearly could not control my excitement. The intense and humid atmosphere fitted perfectly into the concert, making everyone enjoy the concert to their fullest. After the concert ended, I was exhausted but I could not believe that I was seeing the world star Bigbang with my own eyes. As soon as my dad starting driving we did not stop talking how amazing the concert was and how it should've been longer until we arrived at a restaurant to eat a late dinner before we went home.

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

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

I am fixing my hair, and humming along to a song I heard on the radio, when I hear the concert start. I heard the announcements begin and the lights go dim. There was people all around me. People tripped over cords or called out demands. Some had microscopic mics on their faces, some had been putting on makeup on.

Moments later I could hear the beating drums, and the electronic music sounding from all the speakers, no movement on stage besides the flickering lights. The crowd fell silent, awaiting the moment for Tyler Joseph (the lead singer) to enter the stage. The lights dimmed, the music stopped, the crowd grew stiff and the world stood still. Then, the sounds abruptly bursted my ears. I immediately remembered the song and sang along to it, even though my raspy voice hurt my throat, it was something to add

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

Over eighteen thousand people, of all ages, gender, shape, and size, had assembled for the sole purpose of listening to one band perform. Almost giddy with anticipation, I turned to look at my friend, ignoring the dizzying drop below, and was ecstatic to see the same level of wonder on her face. Concert had been such a foreign word until now. Lights flared from overhead, coupled with the glow of thousands of flashlights that blinked from the crowd. As the once brightly-lit room suddenly went dim, a deafening wave of screams resounded with enthusiasm. The lead singer crossed the stage trying to build up the already intense fervor that hung palpably in the

The only thing that kept us going was the hope that there would be righteous music to rock out to. We heard of all the funky artist that would be there such as The Who, Jimi Hendrix, the Grateful Dead. As we finally made it to the field after an unbearable fifty mile long backup of wheels. We saw the largest amount of people ever. It was packed. All that could be seen was a sea of people in bellbottoms and flowing shirts. Most people didn’t have shoes on. Everyone was setting up camp, whither that meant getting their van ready or setting up a tent like us. We patiently waited for noon to come around when the music would finally start. It took us a while to get to the performance area because of the mad amount of people that were in the area.

experience for me. It was far different from a rock concert held in some big

Going to Pittsburgh and my first concert was by far the most enjoyable event in my life. I had never been to a concert before. I heard about concert trips from my friends, and everything they said about going to a concert was true, from the positive feelings to having a hoarse throat. Having that hoarse throat may sound weird, but it shows that the participant sang all night. It sounded like somebody rubbed sandpaper on their vocal cords. I will never regret that small and irritating pain in my throat, though, because it was worth it. If anyone ever goes to a concert with friends, the trip will be one of the greatest points of their lives.

Screaming and chatting "INCUBUS", over and over begun to start. The amount of excitement I felt at that time couldn't compare to anything else I have experienced in my life. Then all of a sudden, a countdown with big white numbers on a black background started on a big animated screen in front me. The crowd roared. Everyone in the amphitheatre counted down with the screen until it got to zero. Then the music started playing and the members of Incubus came running out on stage. Seeing the members of Incubus in person was a long-waited dream come true. They played all my favorite songs and I sang along through the whole concert. Brandon Boyd, the lead singer put on an amazing show. He had conversations with people in the crowd and really connected with his audience. Seeing them live made me love Incubus even more than I already did.

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

On December 13, 2008, a couple friends and I took a trip to listen to

As we all waited in line to go into the concert there was a thrill of