Best Night Ever

For my vignette I chose to write about sound. The first thing I thought of was the last concert I went to in April. I have never been to a better concert, which made it so easy for me to write about.

      I remember the screech of the Bart train as it came to a halt. Zoe and I scurried to the very last train, where we knew would not be occupied by any passengers. We took a seat on the empty train. There was nobody we had to talk over or worry about eavesdropping. It was so quiet that when the train would shake, it’d be ten times louder and way more intense. We arrive to San Francisco, the city filled with honking cars and whistling pedestrians. The concert venue was ten blocks down from the Bart stop we got off of. It took about twenty minutes to finally get to there. We walked by loud restaurants, rowdy bars, and even people singing their hearts out on the sidewalk. Once we finally arrive, we head towards the back of the line, which goes all the way down and around the building. Surprisingly, the wait was not long at all. Teenagers are singing familiar lyrics while strangers join in to sing them too. As soon as we get inside of the loud building we run upstairs to coat check. We wanted to put all of our stuff aside so we won’t have to worry about it while we dance and sing along.

      Once we’re in the main room, we push through the noisy crowd. We have to yell over everyone else to even hear each other. The opening acts were so good that I was shocked they did not have other bands opening up for them. Once the main performer got onto stage, the crowd went wild. People were jumping up and down, screaming at the top of their lungs, not only from the ground floor but from the balconies as well. Everyone sang along to each and every fast-beat, catchy song. I met knew people, somehow over all of the yelling and had an amazing night. We worked our way to the front of the crowd throughout the night. We made it through the crazy mosh pit alive, thankfully, and past all of the complaining teenagers. We made it an arm’s length away from the stage, the only thing stopping us from hopping on was the fence in between.

       The performer taught it would be fun to go crowd surfing and through cakes at the cheerful crowd. It was probably the best idea I have ever been able to experience. My ears were ringing for the rest of the night. It was so loud in the building that I thought I wouldn’t be able to hear anything ever again. Zoe and I had to yell at each other, even afterwards, to be able to hear what we were saying. This was the best concert I have ever been to.