Spotify Descriptive Writing

The bands Otherwise, Adelita’s Way and Three Days Grace performed all in one concert. I had expected a lot of chaos from mosh pits and rude people because it was a rock concert, but I was greatly mistaken. This was one of the most well put together concerts I had ever been too. The concert was advertised as “Rock for Heroes Benefit Concert,” and took place September 9 at seven pm. It was held in Charlotte, North Carolina at the Charlotte Metro Credit Union Amphitheatre. It was sponsored by “The Independence Fund,” which raises money to take care of wounded veterans. All of the proceeds went to the fund, which was an amazing opportunity to raise money for the people who served our country. I purchased lawn tickets because that was the wisest

Back in November of 2016 is when I bought the tickets to the concert. You must be wondering, oh your parents just bought you the tickets like that! Well no, I had been begging them since August, I told

Rewind to six months earlier, it was Valentine 's Day and my parents were getting ready to give my sister and I our gifts. We were handed a small, narrow wrapped box that contained tickets to the DCX MMXVI World Tour. My parents had bought tickets for them, my sister, and I. This tour was said to be the final tour that the Dixie Chicks would perform and we were going to the concert in Nashville. Since I had a love for the group from birth, I was ecstatic! It was just a waiting game after we received the tickets because the concert was six months

When I was younger I listened to many different types of music. My sister listened to the newest pop songs at the time. My brother listened

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

pointing arrows pointing outward. Right down the center of the backpack there is a aluminum

A woman in a bright yellow vest was standing at the entrance of the aisle to help direct people to their seats. We walked up to her and she pointed us in the direction of where we needed to go. Once we saw in person where our seats were located, my eagerness was uncontrollable. Our seats were just a couple rows from the stage. I knew right then that this concert was going to be remarkable. Not only was I going to see my favorite band live but Joe's favorite band, Deftones, was opening for Incubus. So, we were both experiencing seeing our favorite bands

My breath forms small clouds in front of me as I push through the bitter wind, my bag's straps digging deep into my shoulder. Reaching the glass industrial door, I swing it open, welcoming the rush of warmth on my face. I climb the four flights of cement stairs to the third floor, my boots and heavy breathing echoing off the walls. The thick steel door swings open revealing an art studio with its own character and energy. Patterned cotton drapes spill out of the bins while rolls of canvas gather pastel dust in the corner. I plop my burlap tote and camera bag down next to Greek plaster busts and one of the many easels that litter the area. The strong smell of oil paint mixes sharply with the smell of turpentine and cleaning chemicals, overwhelming my senses.

I didn’t sleep at all. Images of me getting trampled at the concert or going into shock raced through my mind. Am I really going to do this? That night, I came up with a perfect plan to experience Death Grips while not getting shoved like crazy by the crowd: stand in the very back. As much as I wanted to be to be up close with them, I knew with the little strength I have I would end being slammed against the railings. Staying in the middle is a death sentence as well, since this is where the most intense shoving would happen. This plan is perfect! I was also reading of how loud their concerts are and that people need to wear ear plugs to their shows. I listen to loud music all the time so I didn’t really think it was a big deal. I’ve also been to two other concerts where I thought they could get pretty loud at times but not ever needing earplugs. I told my mother about how loud people were saying their concerts are which made her extremely worried about me going and forced me to buy them.

A month before the concert, I got Metallica tickets for my birthday. I got the tickets and about thirty pictures of me through the whole level 6 season. I loved Metallica, I would blare it through my Bluetooth speaker as loud as I could. Everytime I listened to the band, I would sing along or head bang. The only thing was that I had to wait a whole month before I could attend the concert.

3 AM. The time where you hear cars quietly going by, the gentle thuds of the tree branches hitting your window, and the time where you can feel your heart completely breaking into a million pieces. I was so lost without her, she ripped into my every thought, my every dream; I just couldn't get away. A soft sigh escaped from me as I took a few pills and dropped the bottle on the floor, and escaped to a dream world where she was by my side. Only there I felt alive.

Till the 8th grade, all I listened to was local Indian music, in part because I never had the opportunity to listen to a lot of music (in boarding school) but also because English music was not really popular. Prior to the 8th grade, all I had listened to was a few tracks from The Backstreet Boys and Michael Jackson. However that changed when I made a new friend who used to keep telling me about how much he found Hip Hop music and in particular an artist called Eminem. When I came home from school, I searched for the track “Love the way you lie” on YouTube and from that instant onwards developed a great appreciation for his work mostly because it very catchy. This interest eventually extended into artists in Hip Hop, then Electronic Dance Music,

I always feel so… alive when I see or hear them. I feel safe, I feel loved. The sad part is that with all of my love to those guys, I will never have the chance to meet my love. I will never have the chance to actually hear them sing live, not in my computer.

It goes without saying that we are often ridiculed for the kind of music we enjoy growing up, the same can be said for a few of my peers, and it does feel insecure about listening to anything that I liked for a while. That is, until I decided that I wasn’t about to

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