My Personal Narrative Essay

An Abundance of Sound

    I sat in the back of a dark colored van. The sun was setting, I could tell it was getting late. The man behind the wheel was an unknown face to me. He looked over his right shoulder to see if another car was in the other lane. He had droopy cheeks, and by the look of the grey stubble on his chin he hadn’t shaved in a few days. He had bags under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept in a while. I glanced suddenly yet obviously at my friend sitting next to me, he glanced back, we had a kind of telepathic conversation. I could tell that he wanted to  know if I was ready for this, I was. The car veered to a stop and we piled out. The man said that he would come get us at  two am, and to stay out of trouble. That was Kyle’s dad.
    We walked in the cold night over to the theater. We turned right off the sidewalk into the entrance. They stamped our hands with Xs to signify that we were under the age of 21. We walked excitedly into the main hall and stood in the front, prime placement for any show. Other people who appreciate this culture music started flowing in, every one of them excited for the main event. I remember the angle my head had to be to look at the first few performers on the stage. The first one was a college kid, who had broken his wrist snowboarding about a week earlier and wore a blue cast on his left wrist. After he was done, another performer under the alias Kill The Noise climbed up onto the stage, where he proceeded to mix, mash, and create, an amazing set. By the end of his set, our faces were shiny with sweat.

The guard rails in front of us were cold to the touch, they were soothing. The stench of the hundreds of people packed into that small theater was like if a skunk was used as a sweat mop, disgusting yet unforgettable. The stage was cleared, a black sheet suspended from the ceiling dropped, unmasking it. An 18 foot wide, 10 foot tall demonic smile with thousands of LEDs programmed for the perfect show. It was known as Teeth. All of my friends faces, including my own, lit up with amazement. The complexity and simplicity of it blew us away. The sheer size of it made us speechless.

    The auxileration that rushed through the crowd was shared by everyone. We were all connected to one entity, expelling its overwhelming power into us. It took over our bodies and our minds. An unforgettable abundance of sound rushed into our ears, and put us into a trance-like state, making us pump and flow with the feel and sound of the music. The time flew past at a million miles an hour. The last song was starting he climbed out of the booth at the beginning, and right when it dropped, the leaped into the crowd. We put our hands up to catch him, our arms acting as shock absorbers to comply with the weight of his body. The song ended and it was time to map our root through all of the people between us and the exit. I didn’t want to leave, I wanted more. I remember pushing through the crowd of sweaty people like a small child who lost his mom in times square.
    We made it to the exit, a great accomplishment on our part. We walked outside and there stood the scary man again. He wore long pants and a hunting jacket with a bright orange vest on over it, not the best fashion choice in my opinion. He took us back to the van, we crawled in, our ears ringing from the 5 hours of nonstop, intense music we just endured. The car ride was quiet, we pulled up to my house and I navigated my way out of the dark automobile into the silence of the night. I thanked the driver and Kyle. The night was over. I stumbled through the darkness into my house, tiptoed to my room and fell asleep.


Writers Memo:

This story shows that I live for music. Music is already a large part of my life, and going to this concert shows my appreciation for the evolution and advancement of modern music. It also inspired me to move forward with my own electronic music project. I very much enjoyed reliving and writing this story of my 2nd experience seeing Feed Me live in concert. This performance was the first time I saw him with the teeth however. I thought that I went into great detail and showed rather than told my experience. I loved writing this and believe that it will really help me with my college essays.