oh oh oh I didn’t make a post about bastille on thursday
I love the feeling I get before a concert.
I’m excited, hopping and bouncing on my toes, wringing my hands and grinning stupidly. My heart pumps and pounds, almost hurting. I’m not sure what it is that gets me so excited. Partly it’s the music, partly it’s the band and partly it’s the crowd and the atmosphere. I think most of all it’s the rising tension and anticipation of wondering what’s going to happen behind those doors in 2 hours… 1 hour… 15 minutes… 3 minutes. Maybe it’s the push and rush of the crowd as well as we all surge forwards towards the stage as the doors are finally opened, fighting a battle for a place at the front.
It makes me feel alive.