had never been to a concert before, so I was incredibly excited about it

It was the sixth of April 2001 and I recollect everything about. I was with 6 of my dear companions; Ben, my beau of 5 months, Becka, my closest companion for whatever length of time that I can recollect, Charlotte and her sweetheart Steve, Sbecky and her sweetheart Tony. Charlotte and Sbecky were likewise old companions of mine from school years, both of whom I had stayed in touch with since leaving school. We were all amped up for the gig, and as we remained outside trusting that the entryways will open, I saw that no one was worried about the way that it was sharply cold. I remained among my companions and keeping in mind that we were discussing Charlotte's birthday that had quite recently been, I felt a whirlwind hit my face like sharp knifes puncturing my skin. I scoured my face to warm myself somewhat. Ben saw that I was extraordinarily cold and he folded his arms over me to shield me from the horrible frigidity of the night. It was extremely moderate getting into the scene as there were such huge numbers of individuals pausing, so as we gradually crawled closer to the entryways, we as a whole turned into somewhat more on edge to get in. At the point when we at long last arrived we gave over our tickets and they were torn into equal parts, much the same as at the film. The primary thing I saw as I strolled through the entryways was the moment warmth, so inviting as opposed to the cold breeze that held on to follow us on our arrival home. Next I saw the measure of individuals that encompassed me; it was much the same as an ocean of youngsters all as glad and energized as me and my companions. It was such an energetic excited condition. I pivoted, hoping to see Ben, yet rather there was a short lady in her mid twenties. I began to glance around and stroll back towards the entryways until I heard Ben's voice from around 5 feet away, so I turned and moved towards him. When I was back with him I had a sense of security and loose. Every other person before long discovered us, and when we were all back together we headed towards the fundamental corridor. There was a long section prompting the fundamental corridor, I was certain it would have appeared to be longer if there were less individuals encompassing me. The entryways on our correct hand side were immense and had two individuals in glowing yellow coats remaining at either side. As we strolled in we had somewhat more space to move about. We went to the back, and plunked down on the hard, awkward plastic seats. For me Charlotte and Becky, it was the first occasion when we had ever been to a show, so we had no clue about what's in store. We sat tight for around twenty minutes until the help band went ahead stage. They welcomed the crowd and disclosed to us that they were called Ten Benson. Every individual from the band wore a fish-net top and a green baseball top. We had just started to stroll down the steps and into the fundamental group when they began playing. The clamor was so ground-breaking it started to make my ears shiver. As we drew nearer and closer to the front, we could see the band somewhat more obviously. They were such a vivacious band; their demonstration comprised of getting on enhancers and bouncing off, while as yet playing their instruments unfathomably well. The drum beat was extremely amazing thus we were totally constrained to move. At the point when the vocalist started to sing on the second melody obviously he was an exceptionally overwhelming smoker, however his voice was so inebriating, I was unable to do anything besides hear him out. Toward the finish of every tune there was an enormous sound of applauding and supporting the band, yet it wasn't until they begun to leave the phase that the sound became like thunder. They had played incredibly well and I'm certain that any individual who didn't have their collection as of now would possess it inside the following week. At the point when the band had left the stage and the lights went ahead gradually, individuals started to float back towards the seats. Becka, Charlotte and I, chose to do the inverse. As individuals were leaving the front we pushed ahead. We in the end figured out how to press our route straight up to the front. Different individuals were going onto the stage, trading leads about, tuning the lead and low pitch guitars, and attempting to make the stage somewhat tidier. After around fifteen minutes the group began to compel their way back to the front once more. I was being crushed against the metal railings that were shielding the group from getting onto the stage. Security watches remained before the railings, I felt jealous of the measure of room they had. It appeared to be unusual to the point that a large number of individuals were totally pressed into a space as tight as possible and under two feet from them stood security monitors who had all the space they preferred. The primary band showed up and the crowed thundered indeed. They were known as The Darkness and I had just heard one track they had ever constructed, yet I cherished it from the first occasion when I heard it. They conversed with the group for a couple of moments, saying that it was so incredible to be back in Wales and what an extraordinary group we were. They began playing and the torment I was feeling as my ribs got squashed was diminished as I was diverted by the innovativeness of the band. They were extraordinarily acceptable. The drummer appeared as though he had recently gotten away from a psychological organization. He let out the entirety of his vitality onto the drums, with his head going here and there hysterically and arms all over, he was so gifted. The lead guitarist/vocalist wore a feline suit with zebra print on it and a gigantic gap from the abdomen line up to the shoulders so his middle was on full showcase. He had medium length dim hair, and as he was playing his hair was flying about so uninhibitedly. His fingers went here and there the guitar no sweat, and he appeared to completely appreciate each part of the exhibition. The bassist, then again wasn't moving a lot, he looked intense and was focusing on his instrument. He played well overall, and the bass line was exceptionally clear, which was irregular. I was having a great time, and I didn't figure the night could show signs of improvement, until they played the one tune I'd heard by them the prior week. It was called ‘Love on the Rocks with No Ice', and it was played so much better live, than when I had heard it on the TV. The group adored them, there were individuals on others' shoulders, singing with the band and individuals were swarm surfing over our heads. The eagerness from the group was ground-breaking to such an extent that it appeared to give me more vitality, so I moved and moved for the remainder of the set. At the point when the band played their last piece the group all yelled for additional, no one needed the night to end. In the long run the band returned on to the stage and disclosed to us we could have one more tune. They played what would have been their next single. It was extraordinary, however when the melody finished, I realized it was the night's end. The lights in the lobby went ahead and the climate was reduced. As we meandered out of the lobby with the remainder of the group, I felt overpowered with bliss. Ben attempted to converse with me yet I was unable to hear him, I don't know whether it was that the commotion from the show had marginally harmed my ears or whether it was the way that such a significant number of individuals were talking around us. As we got into the principle banquet room where shirts and banners were being sold quickly, my companions and I started to discuss the show. Everybody had completely appreciated the night; the main thing that had turned out badly was that Becka had lost her coat in the group. We as a whole set up our cash and got her a long sleeved top to keep her somewhat hotter on the walk home. We strolled outside, said our farewells and headed out in our own direction. As anticipated, the virus wind crawled behind me, Becka and Ben, helping us to remember its quality from time to time, until we at long last arrived at the glow of our own homes.