The First Time

By: Sanjana Annapureddy

The first time I went to a concert,

I was thirteen

The sun was slowly setting, creating a rainbow colored sky

There was a slight breeze brushing past us,

picking up everyone’s excitement and carrying it through the air

Finally, the singer came on stage

A jolt of anticipation went through my body

The arena roared with adrenaline

and you could hear the strumming of the guitar,

the low notes ringing through the crowd

signaling the beginning of the song.

The music echoed a spark,

and as his powerful voice filled the atmosphere around us,

people screamed the lyrics and danced the entire night.

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