Why? What is wrong with me? How did she convince me to come here? All these questions were running through me head as I was trying to find my way out of a rock concerts fan zone. It was flooded with screaming, dancing and sweaty people.
A week ago my friend Molly who is an incredible giggler offered me to go to a Slipknots concert. The idea was not bad, but there were still some things I wasn’t quite sure about. First of all, I never heard of this band, and their name sounded rather suspicious. And second of all we were supposed to go with her new collage friends that I knew nothing about. But all of my doubts and uncertainties disappeared when Molly assured me that I will absolutely love it. Then she added: «You need to really start living and experience more things in this life or else you will end up being a lonely old crone living with forty cats.» Molly’s speech was inspiring and pretty convincing so I decided to go.
Molly’s collage friends appeared to be not as bad as I anticipated and as a result I gained a little more confidence that this night I will actually have some fun. But everything changed when the deafening music started playing. It felt like those piercing, tuneless sounds were scratching my ears. This type of «music» was worse than any kind of physical torture. I couldn’t understand how someone could listen and let alone dance to something this.
The only thing I desperately needed at that exact moment was a hiding place from this noisy mess. After countless attempts to break through the crowd, I finally managed to get out. And I cannot even describe how refreshing it was to finally hers this sweet, sweet silence of the summer night.
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