Red Hot Chili Peppers-Personal Narrative

“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”

The drums came in, reverberating through the amphitheater before Tyler sang his first note of the eighteen song setlist and bright, luminous lights struck flashing over the crowd like a lightning storm. I couldn’t contain my smile and I was shaking uncontrollably at that moment; it just felt so surreal, and you can tell everyone else felt the same way. Everybody was jumping up and down, and singing along, and I watched before my eyes as the entire theatre came together and become one, all thanks to music. One of the highlights of the show was during a medley of their older songs in which they performed a part of their song “Screen”, and the entire crowd was chanting the bridge, “We’re broken people”. Twenty One Pilots’ music talks a lot about depression and different struggles, and although I’m not depressed, we all have our own personal struggles. Having music you can relate to can really help you, and this part of the show was a perfect example of that. There’s just something comforting about a crowd of people all singing about how broken they are; it can give you a sense of hope and a realization that you’re not

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

I went to my room like a normal day. All the sudden my mom comes my to room and says “We are moving to Pennsylvania, how do you feel about that?”

He was wearing a pair of tattered old jeans, almost like overalls and a torn plaid red jacket, his work boots were thick and covered in a mix of blood, dirt and broken glass. I immediately recognized him as Brian Phillips, an elderly German man who worked in the slaughterhouse a little ways outside of town. The look on his face was of pure sheer terror and he stammered out an uncontrollable mix of German and English in a furious fright. Richard raised his hands as he tried to calm Brian down and eventually, he was able to begin from the beginning.

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

I wish that Jason could sing with me but there was no argument when Echo told me the song only required one set of vocals. After getting lost in my worried thoughts for a minute, my mind went back to reality when the lights dimmed and the crowd got quiet. My heart raced and it took all my strength to stand still and hold back tears. "Now everyone, this is our last entry for the competition but I've heard great things from this group and am sure they will impress you. Now playing the song (song name here) is (school name here) Middle School's Junior Music Group!" The announcer said in an excited voice. My stomach sank when he basically told the crowd to have high expectations but I knew I couldn't chicken out now. The curtains started to separate and bright lights started to blind me from the large crowd, which was good in this case. I knew now that I was facing the biggest challenge of my life and that if I failed to complete this challenge, my dreams of a musician would collapse, so I didn't take this lightly. I adjusted my posture one more time and with trembling hands I signaled Tori to begin her

The band was in Disney World, in Hollywood Studios, in an arena filled to the brim with high school musicians awaiting their fate. We were all pretending that we weren’t scared out of our shorts to hear the ratings, although we could all feel the tension in the air. Yes,

However, the Grateful Dead had been playing for nearly an hour and a half before the amps overloaded. But it was great. Riley was at a loss for words, and he and the boy next to him couldn’t stop talking about it. In fact, they had talked throughout Creedence Clearwater Revival’s entire set, but they immediately stopped their chatter when it came time to Janis Joplin. Riley focused all of his attention onto the “Queen of Psychedelic Soul”. To him, she was a queen – a very beautiful one at that. His camera was nearly out of film because of her – the boy next to him probably went insane from the click, click, clicking. Someone told him it was about 3 AM now. Riley and his new acquaintance had agreed on sleeping through the next set to save their energy for The Who, because coming from experience, Riley knew he had to be awake for

”Catherine, you got this. Do not be nervous,” I whisper to myself. I am on the sidelines waiting for my band to be called. My head is filled with fear, an emotion that had made itself home before every performance. Looking ahead, I see the 50 yard line where I will start the show.

“ Mom, Florida is a long way away from Georgia,” I said. “ I know baby but it will be loads of fun! I promise.” Moms words were always

As they played the crowd cheered, cried, and screamed out of pure joy seeing their idols. I had sung along

And the timed ticked by faster and faster until we were there we were all dressed the girls were going to be back stage with us. As we arrived on stage it was the best feeling. As we walked out to start the show the crowd shouted my name I was feeling great. As we performed out first song I was hesitant to let the girls come out. But I didn't and the concert ended just like this story. The

My thoughts have engulfed me into a room full of screams. Some are positive, but most are negative. It’s like I’ve been put in this hole trying to scratch my way out of it looking for the lit up, neon sign that reads ‘Exit’. It’s been about eight years, and at the dark end of what I thought led to nowhere finally showed the red neon sign. I see my future of hope, and along with that came the cold, wet streaks that ran down my face. As I get closer to the exit, I was blinded by red, green, and blue beams of light that someone could easily mistaken for as a UFO. My body started vibrating and music erupted throughout everywhere. ‘There it is,’ I thought, ‘there’s hope.’

The day finally arrives and we’re all so eager to see him live. And just the thought that I’m going to be breathing the same air as him just blows me away. They pick me up, and on our way there Karla and I just jam out to, Justin Bieber. When we arrive there’s already fans outside 4 hours before the concert even starts, that just means they’re die hard fans like us.