Personal Piece(About seeing a band live)

The time had finally come, months and months of impatient waiting, fear, excitement, and the constant stress of knowing that the moment to either make or break me, was coming up. I turn to look at the thousands of other People my age, many of them thinking the same things as me, some more experienced at this sort of thing than others. Some could even call it an addiction. Some people not even looking forward …

…But now, the minutes pass like hours, each of which getting hotter and hotter, and more crowded. It gets to the stage where it's an almost impossible task to merely breathe. The crowd goes wild, I wonder what the fuss is about, till I see her, and she is as beautiful as the photos which grace the photos of glossy magazines each month. And at that moment, I know the addiction, and succumb to it.