Something that most people love: concerts. I, myself love seeing live music. That feeling you get when the band plays your favorite song and it gets so intense that you get goosebumps and almost feel like crying? Yeah ? one of the best feelings in the world. I love live music so much, you could send me to a Rebecca Black concert and I would probably become a fan (ok, not really, but you see where I am going with this). I’ve realized that at every concert, I remember one specific story. Whether it’s that drunk, obnoxious, and shirtless guy in front of me at U2, or enjoying the sunshine at central park seeing Chester French, I always have that one unforgettable moment. Looking back, I remember my favorite. It was back in High School when my friend and I decided to see one of our favorite bands, the Arctic Monkeys.
Our excitement was seriously off the charts. So obviously we arrived two hours before the doors even opened but once they finally did, we ran to the stage to get a prime spot. I remember high-fiving her and thinking, hot damn, we are so close we will see the beads of sweat fall from Alex Turner’s beautiful face! FALSE STATEMENT. When the opening band finally finished and the Arctic Monkeys came on, my friend and I found ourselves being pushed towards the middle/back of the venue. If we weren’t so happy to be hearing out favorite band, we would have been more pissed. By the time they started to play my favorite song, “Mardy Bum”, I’d gotten used to the random sweaty body parts of strangers squished against me. But then all of a sudden, I feel an elbow jab into my side and I am no longer in a sea of people but in an empty abyss.
That’s when I realized that, when a person does NOT want to be in a mosh pit, actually being in one is the scariest thing ever. As I’m being shoved and pushed in every which way, I see flashes of my friend and notice that she too is in this predicament. I honestly do not understand the concept of a mosh pit; who in the world came up with this activity?? When I hear good music I feel the need to dance, not shove random people around me! The only way I can think to describe it is that it feels like drowning. You can’t control your surroundings and it’s hard to catch your breath. It got so intense that my friend lost her shoe. I’m not saying we lost it and found it 10 minutes later, no. She legitimately walked home with one bare foot. Her shoe must have sunk and drowned in the sea of flailing human appendages. Even though we have one major setback (the loss of an adorable heel) and a scary time, my friend and I always listen to the Arctic Monkeys and laugh hysterically about our concert occurrence.