Concert.

Sweat beads dot the bodies of everyone present. The loud sounds of rock, mixed with the shrill screams of ecstasy from the hyped crowd, overwhelm us. Standing on the lowest tier, along with my friends, I sing along with the band, with my hands raised up and my eyes closed. I can feel the music through the ground, vibrating with every beat. I can sense, with my shut eyes, the foglights changing their brightness and colour along with the flow of music. Slowly, the song ends, the vibrations cease, and my eyes open. The stage is dark. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I look around in the dim light, heaving, my head hurting from all the headbanging. My co-rockers, all of them doubled over, catching their breath, are waiting. A few minutes later, the lights brighten up. The band on stage begins playing one of their classic songs. All my mates start jumping, screaming, howling. One even walks around in a daze,shaking his head from side to side, as if possessed by some musical entity. Tripping. I glance at everyone around me. Some of them jump up and down, some bang their heads to the beat, some (in the back) sit quietly, simply enjoying the music and the strange antics of the fans. But everyone has a smile on their face. Everyone is enjoying this night. I grin at my friends, they grin back. I turn back to face the stage. My throat is painfully sore now, my voice audibly broken. But, watching the excitement around me, I soon forget the pain. As the song nears its chorus, I put my hands up, my mouth opens and my face contorts as I produce a loud scream, which joins those of the others to roll out across the whole stage, drowning out music and shrieks alike. Life is good.