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Date: Friday, January 30, 2009 | Time: 2:46 AM
...And it's thirteen days until the concert.
Man, it seem like just yesterday when I first stepped into the crowd of my first rock concert. I remember having that stupid shirt and the faded jeans and ratty-looking converse. I remember setting foot on the floor and thinking, 'Shit! Chicosci's still on!'. When Fall out boy stepped out, I remember hearing the crowd's cheering and that very familiar adrenaline rush (you can goodle it) each time the first chords are played. It's like this frenzy goes off in my head(like my own personal brand of heroin).
Being my first concert, it would've been normal if I had covered my ears for a minute or two considering the intensity of the volume; but I didn't. It was strange though, the way I felt so at home in the middle of the floor with equally eager kids next to me as they screamed the lyrics.
Each time I go to a concert, I look for that rush, that special bolt of happiness that only being in a concert can give me. It's strange but if you think about it, I was born to rock. My mother taught me classic rock at an early age, I guess you can say the rest is history.
Thinking back to "The 'ol days" it makes me even more excited to go and see the FOB concert on the 13th of Febuary (Thanks to Tigger!!)I'm really looking forward to see how they'll perform the new album to a bunch of kids who may not know what they're talking about. Not looking forward to sideburns-less patrick-o and really excited to see extreamly large 'fro boy joe. Off course, aside from that, I still can't wait to see the boys back on stage before me doing what they do best.
Man, it seem like just yesterday when I first stepped into the crowd of my first rock concert. I remember having that stupid shirt and the faded jeans and ratty-looking converse. I remember setting foot on the floor and thinking, 'Shit! Chicosci's still on!'. When Fall out boy stepped out, I remember hearing the crowd's cheering and that very familiar adrenaline rush (you can goodle it) each time the first chords are played. It's like this frenzy goes off in my head(like my own personal brand of heroin).
Being my first concert, it would've been normal if I had covered my ears for a minute or two considering the intensity of the volume; but I didn't. It was strange though, the way I felt so at home in the middle of the floor with equally eager kids next to me as they screamed the lyrics.
Each time I go to a concert, I look for that rush, that special bolt of happiness that only being in a concert can give me. It's strange but if you think about it, I was born to rock. My mother taught me classic rock at an early age, I guess you can say the rest is history.
Thinking back to "The 'ol days" it makes me even more excited to go and see the FOB concert on the 13th of Febuary (Thanks to Tigger!!)I'm really looking forward to see how they'll perform the new album to a bunch of kids who may not know what they're talking about. Not looking forward to sideburns-less patrick-o and really excited to see extreamly large 'fro boy joe. Off course, aside from that, I still can't wait to see the boys back on stage before me doing what they do best.
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