And the crowd went wild....literally.

Last night I had the first of hopefully many rock memories because last night I attended my first rock concert. The concert, The Dirty Work Tour, consisted of four bands: the Summer Set, Hey Monday, Yellowcard, and All Time Low. Personally, I enjoyed Hey Monday the most but that is not the purpose of my post. Unlike most people, I'd rather talk about the crowd than the actual performers.

The crowd was an act of its own. Fans on top of one another trying to push through to the front. Sweat dripping down their bodies as they nudge and squirm, attempting to move this way and that. One person moves one inch too far to the right and the whole crowd falls in a domino affect. It is like a sea of fish getting swept away by a ferocious wave. Bear in mind that this was all BEFORE the show even started.

Once the show did start, there was absolutely no way of getting any closer to the stage unless you crowd surfed. Yes, there was plenty of crowd surfing during last night's show. You'd actually be surprised if two minutes passed without being kicked by a crowd surfer.

And the cheering. My God, the cheering was music in it of itself. Loud and in sync! The excitement of the fans reflected off the performance of the bands and in all, the atmosphere of the night was wild! Jumping, pushing, crowd surfing, and mosh-pit fighting. All in all, it was a night never to be forgotten.