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.