"Nervous and excited were the competing emotions I was feeling that day. We had been practicing for months; okay not really but it felt like months it was probably weeks. This was going to be my first gig. I thought of it as my big break to my music career; this was going to be it! I was straight out of high school just walked the stage in May but I was completing my second semester in college at Palo Alto. I was driving; my moms red Mercury minivan. It was the Summer of 2001 and I was up for anything. I was in summer school taking some psychology and sociology classes. I had some extra time and I hadn't played in a band in a while but I still played my silver Fender Jazz bass guitar any chance I got. I though I would hit up AOL Instant Messenger …show more content…
So I replied, "I like punk, ska, some metal, and alternative." The conversation went on a little more, typical questions how long have you been playing, have you been in a band before, have you played any venues, etc. So this person ended up giving me an address and said can you practice tonight. Then I was thinking well I could but how am I going to tell my parents where I am going and that I just met this mysterious person online that I am going to try out for their band. So I used college as an excuse, my parents were always supportive of me playing music. I told them I met these kids at school and they want me to try out for their band tonight here's the address I am going to. You know just in case they were not who they said they were but I was not thinking with how naive I was at this age; I was just really excited to play in a real band not with high school friends; these people were in college. So I ended up practicing with them and they already had songs made and bass lines for those songs so I really just needed to learn the music and then they told me they had a gig coming up in a couple weeks and I needed to be prepared. So in my head I am so excited
On Monday March 25, some members of the baseball team, my girlfriend, and I traveled to Murray State University to watch a concert performed by Nelly and the St. Lunatics. It was a terrible night to go anywhere because it was raining and storming the whole way, but there was nothing that was going to stop us from going to the concert. We where all so hyped up about it and couldn’t wait to head out. My brother, who attends Murray State, had gotten us excellent seats about seventy-five feet away from the stage.
So we figured everything out and and figured that Alex Kramper, Tori Main, Trevor Waller, Kristen Kesler, and me were going to the concert, the next day we met at Alex’s house to all ride in the concert together in Trevor’s truck, it was a planned booze cruise through St.Louis. So I woke up early in the morning for the Saturday concert and did my chores early in the morning so I wouldn’t have to do them the next day all hungover. I finally finish all my chores and then take a shower and head out to Alex’s house dressed in rock concert material, with a Captain Morgan handle and a case of Stag.
Ever since I first flung open the huge metal doors to our band room, I felt as if I had just entered my new home. The day I'd long awaited, the
I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into. Someone told me about this activity that happens in the summer for musicians when I was a freshman. “The worst thing that can happen is they say no, and you learn from the experience” my mother told me. Anything I could do to further appreciate music I wanted to give a try. The best part it was
A couple of weeks ago, the class was assigned a personal narrative essay and the prompt was to tell an interesting story of a specific experience that changed how you acted, thought, or felt. To be honest, I was awfully excited to write this essay because talking about myself is the easiest thing to write about sometimes. However, deciding what experience to talk about was challenging because I have already experienced so much in my seventeen years of being alive from dislocating my hip when I was three, to seeing my grandfather die in front of my eyes, from almost tripping off of the trail on the Grand Canyon, to meeting band members at an airport. Writing this essay brought me many challenges, I did not know what topic to choose, I had no
Personal narratives allow you to share your life with others and vicariously experience the things that happen around you. Your job as a writer is to put the reader in the midst of the action letting him or her live through an experience. Although a great deal of writing has a thesis, stories are different. A good story creates a dramatic effect, makes us laugh, gives us pleasurable fright, and/or gets us on the edge of our seats. A story has done its job if we can say, "Yes, that captures what living with my father feels like," or "Yes, that’s what being cut from the football team felt like."
A narrative is a story. In writing a narrative essay, you share with the reader some personal experience of your own in order to make a point or convey a message. You may choose to tell how your grandfather influenced your desire to become an orthodontist, or perhaps you’ll relate the story of the time you didn’t make the cut for the basketball team. Whatever story you tell, your purpose is to share with others some experience that has taught you something or changed you somehow.
Once I let my thoughts return to the music, I knew what lie ahead of me. I tapped the nearest "big guy" on the shoulder and pointed towards the ceiling; the universal signal on the concert floor. He nodded, grabbed my foot, and pushed me on top of the crowd. Once I was up there was no turning back. Soon strong hands were surfing me towards the stage. I had the best view in the house and reveled in the moment. I was fueled by an adrenaline rush that was only heightened by the fusion of the music and the energy of the crowd.
My family has many traditions but one comes to mind every time. We always meet during spring break with my second cousins Reed and Owen, and my aunt Vicky and uncle Dick. We came over to my aunt and uncle’s house in Roanoke, Il. We got there and we thought it would be a normal family meeting time.
The day started off pretty normal, well, besides the fact that we had all stayed in a house with nothing but an old Nintendo system and a couple of lawn chairs. We went to breakfast at Denny's, after which we made our way to Denver, the site of the day's big event. On our way to my cousin's apartment, we drove by the multi million-dollar complex. It had a huge billboard that said "Summer Sanitarium." To my surprise, I kind of got a nervous feeling. Why? I do not know. We proceeded to my cousin's apartment where the entire group conglomerated in preparation of the concert. We had a large group of people that consisted of Carter, Josh, Seth, Sam and his two brothers, Tim, Kim, Eric, my brother me and. While waiting for the right time to arrive at the event, we had the radio turned to a station that was playing Metallica in honor of their presence in Denver.
One of my first memories was of being in a lawyer’s office accompanied by my mother, while being asked to testify against my father; a court case that deemed I could only spend a few hours every Saturday with my father. Whom was labeled as an unsafe guardian, within a year, those hours grew until I lived full time with my father. Despite my father being unsafe to raise me, my mother was too busy raising herself to raise her son. My parents’ divorce was the cataclysmic event of my life, shaping my schooling, both my failures alongside my eventual successes, from when I was in middle school up till now.
As we all waited in line to go into the concert there was a thrill of excitement in the air. I was standing there with two of my friends. when we saw a few other people we knew. " Hey, come over here!" I bellowed.
My family, Mackenzie, and I were on our way to Laramie to watch the basketball games and the football games going on that weekend. We were almost to Laramie when Carly, Mackenzie’s older sister, called her. I could hear the excitement in Mackenzies voice practically the whole time they were talking. Mackenzie finally turned to me and exclaimed that Carly had gotten us tickets to the Jason Derulo concert the next night. When we arrived in the Arts and Science building, where it was being held, we took our seats in excitement. We kept joking about what would happen if we were to actually meet Jason Derulo. Mackenzie and I kept discussing how amazing it would be as Carly went to the bathroom. About 10 minutes after she got back, Mackenzie and I decided that we should go to the bathroom as well before the show started. When we walked out the doors we asked a guy working there where the bathroom was, he pointed to the left and said it was just down the stairs. When we got to the bottom we noticed a big long hallway to ...
Without warning, the lights went dark. This was the moment I had been waiting for. My adrenaline went through the roof. The time had finally come that I would get to see and hear my first live concert.
After the show had ended, I felt slightly empty. I had waited years and months for that night, and it was over in the blink of an eye. Although I was sad that the show was over, I felt completely content. Now, when I hear their songs, I get to remember what it felt like to hear the band perform them live. I can watch the videos and try to wrap my mind around how it was real. Going to my first concert was an unparalleled experience that I will always cherish. The ambiance, the band’s performance and the unity the audience