Have you ever felt like a part of something real special? I'm not talking about relationships or anything cliche like that. I'm talking about walking into a venue, your feet sticking to the floor, the bass of the music surges through your legs and rushes around your body like a virus and the feeling in the air is made up of excited patrons, fuelling themselves on the cheapest cider available behind the bar.
Those little moments are what get me really excited.
The tension builds as the support acts play, each doing their job of psyching up the crowd. The mutual understanding that times will never not be hard for punk bands, buying merch after the show to keep eachother on that stage.
The main act plays, the crowd gathers at the front, pits begin to form, people are nodding their heads, while others swing their arms and then there's the select few you see fly overhead as they leap from the stage. I scream the lyrics, but my voice drowns under the chorus of others and the speakers that surround me, but I'm determined to be heard.
I think everyone has the same idea, and words are screamed, fists are thrown in the air, hands clap and feet stomp while the band speaks for us in ways we never could without music in our lives.
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