I’m addicted to going to concerts. Yes, you read that right. I can’t help it. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush or the satisfaction of seeing an artist that you’ve grown to love absolutely crush it on stage. It’s my escape. I still remember my very first concert. I went to see "High School Musical" live on stage and was a changed woman ever since. There’s something about live music that floats my boat, I guess.
Every single concert I’ve been to has left a different impact on me. I could see the same artist seven times and still feel different after every show. I always get the same speech when I tell my parents I want to go to a concert. How much are the tickets? Where is it? Who’s driving? Over the years I have learned to finalize those details before I bring it up to them. I’m kind of a concert professional now.
Anyway, I can’t even begin to count how many friends I’ve made through different artists and concerts they’ve had. Nine times out of 10 if you really start talking with them, they’re interested in about half of the other artists you happen to be interested in. Three concerts I went to I was able to meet up with the same girl I met back in 2013.
I find it very easy to get lost at concerts. No, I don’t mean I literally get lost. I mean I’m able to forget every single care I’ve ever had and just enjoy the music and atmosphere. Only two things have ever been able to do that for me and they are music and movies.
Any downfalls of going to a concert? No, not really. Unless you count the agonizing hour that you have to wait from the time you enter the venue to when the show actually starts. I get kind of jittery by that point. Especially if the concert is general admission. My elbows really go to town if people start crowding me close to the start of the show, but it always leaves a funny story for me to tell after I go home.
Of course, all good things must come to an end and the worst thing about a concert ending is the fact that you have reality waiting for you when you get to your car. Unless you happen to be attending a smaller, more intimate concert. There is a good chance you can hang around the venue afterwards and wait for the artist to come out. If you’re a rookie at this, then you probably think I’m bluffing. Well, my good friends, I am not. Miracles happen and they’re glorious to witness. Just look below. Never in my life did I think we'd be able to meet once let alone twice.
So, in this conclusion of my concert loving rambles, I'd like to personally thank everyone involved in making my concert dreams come true. The first would be myself since I am my own transportation. My parents come next. Thanks so much for your permission and for sometimes purchasing tickets as gifts. You rock! My concert buddies, you know who you are. Last but not least, shout out to all of the artists I've had the pleasure of seeing over the years. You never fail to put a smile on my face and a catchy song in my head.
