I love going to concerts, really because I have a strong passion for music. However, I am always the girl in the back, swaying side to side, enjoying the music from a distance. And honestly, it’s because I’m scared of those crazy people that launch themselves on top of a crowd. What are they thinking? What if they get dropped? What happens when you get to the front of the crowd? What happens to the poor people that they kick in the head from their stupidity?
Well, dear SmartFem readers. I did it. I mean, I didn’t crowd surf – hell to the no – but I did partake in the Mosh Pit. Now, it wasn’t like a Gwar or Metallica Mosh Pit. It was Panic! at the Disco. You would think their fans wouldn’t be that crazy, right?
Negative.
Panic! at the Disco fans are insane! And the number one reason is because most of them are preteen girls. Or the kind of guys that like them enough to go to their concert AND be in their Mosh Pit. Ehem. Crazy.
And those preteen girls I do not understand. I mean, I was in the Mosh Pit, so I was going to have fun and enjoy the crap out of that Mosh Pit. But the girls that were in front of us, who had the big black cannot-drink X on their hands, were not enjoying it. We eventually made our way in front of them and they got so angry at us. It’s a Mosh Pit ladies, go with the flow.
My feeling of “let’s rock this!” didn’t last for very long, I’m saddened to say. During the second opening band, the crowd was already swaying hard enough to where I thought I was going to fall over twice. And my friend who made me go to the front forced me to stay there. Thankfully.
Because it was one of the funnest experiences. Ever. I got to be one of those people who carried the crowd surfer to the front (which, by the way, the bouncer helps them down and then escorts them to the side of the crowd to get back into that Mosh Pit). I got to be the friend of the girl who almost got into a fight because some douche bag moved past the term “thrashing” into the term “abusing.” I got to be one of those who was one person away from touching the sexiest lead singer that the world has ever seen. I got to be that girl who danced her heart out with 200 other fans.
Sometimes I forget what it’s like to actually experience things. I am more of the stand-back-and-observe-and-write-about-it girl. Last night I got to be the one who lived through all of the good and bad things about truly experiencing a rock concert. I mean, you have to do everything at least once.
Once was enough for me.
