Red Hot Chili Peppers-Personal Narrative

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

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’m sorry, that I scared you. I will make sure that the next time, I approach people in a different way.” Then he just walked away and I saw him walk over to two kids and his wife. Then knew he was telling the truth.

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?”

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

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,

Imagine the most intense situation you’ve ever been in. Good or bad, imagine that one moment in your life where you felt the most exhilarated. For me, that moment happened on October 31st, 2015. The twenty one pilots concert. For the past year or so I have been listening to a band by the name of twenty one pilots. It might sound silly if you’ve never listened to their music before, but Tyler Joseph and Joshua Dun (the band members) have literally made me hear music in a whole new way. My perspective of music, and I would even go as far as to say that my perspective of life, has changed. And it’s all because of these two men.

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

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

I am about ready to jump out of my chair, FINALLY the bell rang. I sprint as fast as I can to get to choir. Today is auditions for the winter concert solo. My friend Lauren stops me in the hall. "Are you excited?" she asks. "Yes I am" I replied. As soon as we get to his class, we notice a microphone set up. As people pour in, Mr. Vandyke puts up our rehearsal outline to copy. He stands up to tell us what to do next. He is holding auditions in the practice room.

Since I had changed many times before this, the change was perfectly normal for me; first I lose touch, followed by my hearing, then scent, my taste was left in touch this time and finally I was left with my vision. The only true difference between this point and the previous is that now, I was in complete control of my actions.

There were currently two people in a room having an avid staring competition... or at least that what it looked like. The older man decided to speak up first, "Tell me James. How do you feel about reincarnation."

Green Day’s angry lyrics screaming in my ears. The look of lost motivation was plastered on my face as I rolled my uniform shirt up to expose more of my long legs and ripped tights. I made my way up five flights of stairs and saw all my classmates lying on the floors wearing hoodies that they would later get dress coded for. I sat down and turned the volume up so that no one would bother me. The ball rang out telling us to go to first hour. “Hells Bells” by ACDC was the perfect way to describe the sound. Unmotivated and tired, I managed to get up and walk to physics class. Luz Pro had that nasty look on her face as always. I took my seat in the far corner of the room where I sat in every class. I heard a familiar

“You can think of hinge joints as doors,” my Anatomy and Physiology teacher explained, “They move in one direction.” As if on cue, every single eye in the classroom was trained on me. Throughout my four years of high school, dating even farther back to the dreadful years of middle school, the phrase “One Direction” was practically synonymous with my own name. Everyone knew that was the group I loved, and there was little I could do to change it; reputations stick. One Direction has been a colossal part of my life ever since 2012, and I have grown immensely as a person because of them.

“Hey Lucy need a seat?” I was scared to answer his question because I didn’t want to sound too anticipated