By Maddie Reese, Staff Writer, Emerson College
The first concert I ever attended was Elton John at the Arco Arena in Sacramento, California. I was in sixth grade, and I went with my best friend Emily and her mom. I was invited along because Emily’s older sister couldn’t go, and so they had an extra ticket. Why Emily’s mom had been planning to bring her young daughters to an Elton John concert, I will never know, but her decision allowed me to go.
I remember the concert being loud, and stressful – so many people, so many lights, and most of all, so much sound. I clung to Emily’s mom, and she gave my earplugs because I was genuinely uncomfortable. I didn’t think that I would ever enjoy going to more of these loud, sweaty, chaotic occasions.
And I definitely didn’t think I would ever enjoy going to them alone.
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The first concert I ever attended was Elton John at the Arco Arena in Sacramento, California. I was in sixth grade, and I went with my best friend Emily and her mom. I was invited along because Emily’s older sister couldn’t go, and so they had an extra ticket. Why Emily’s mom had been planning to bring her young daughters to an Elton John concert, I will never know, but her decision allowed me to go.
I remember the concert being loud, and stressful – so many people, so many lights, and most of all, so much sound. I clung to Emily’s mom, and she gave my earplugs because I was genuinely uncomfortable. I didn’t think that I would ever enjoy going to more of these loud, sweaty, chaotic occasions.
And I definitely didn’t think I would ever enjoy going to them alone.
Read More Here