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

It was the sixth of April 2001 and I recall everything about. I was with 6 of my dear companions; Ben, my sweetheart of 5 months, Becka, my closest companion for whatever length of time that I can recollect, Charlotte and her beau Steve, Sbecky and her sweetheart Tony. Charlotte and Sbecky were additionally 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 penetrating my skin. I scoured my face to warm myself marginally. Ben saw that I was unbelievably cold and he folded his arms over me to shield me from the cruel frigidity of the night. It was moderate getting into the setting 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 last arrived we gave over our tickets and they were torn into equal parts, much the same as at the film. The main thing I saw as I strolled through the entryways was the moment warmth, so inviting as opposed to the frosty breeze that stood by 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 young people all as cheerful and energized as me and my companions. It was such a vivacious eager 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 primary lobby. There was a long entry 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 iridescent 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 hung tight for around twenty minutes until the help band went ahead stage. They welcomed the crowd and revealed 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 commotion 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 plainly. They were such an enthusiastic band; their demonstration comprised of hopping on enhancers and bouncing off, while as yet playing their instruments staggeringly well. The drum beat was incredible thus we were completely constrained to move. At the point when the vocalist started to sing on the second melody unmistakably he was an overwhelming smoker, yet his voice was so inebriating, I was unable to do anything besides hear him out. Toward the finish of every melody there was a tremendous sound of applauding and rooting for 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 long run 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 register guitars, and attempting to make the stage somewhat tidier. After around fifteen minutes the group began to drive 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 monitors remained before the railings, I felt desirous of the measure of room they had. It appeared to be peculiar to such an extent that a great many individuals were completely stuffed into a space tight as can be and under two feet from them stood security watches who had all the space they preferred. The principle band showed up and the crowed thundered by and by. 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 extraordinary to be back in Wales and what an incredible group we were. They began playing and the agony I was feeling as my ribs got squashed was diminished as I was occupied by the imagination of the band. They were extraordinarily acceptable. The drummer seemed as though he had quite recently gotten away from a psychological establishment. He let out the entirety of his vitality onto the drums, with his head going all over quickly and arms all over, he was so gifted. The lead guitarist/vocalist wore a feline suit with zebra print on it and an enormous opening from the midriff line up to the shoulders so his middle was on full showcase. He had medium length dull hair, and as he was playing his hair was flying about so unreservedly. His fingers went here and there the guitar effortlessly, 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 indeed, and the bass line was exceptionally clear, which was surprising. I was having a great time, and I didn't figure the night could show signs of improvement, until they played the one melody 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 excitement from the group was incredible 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. Inevitably the band returned on to the stage and revealed to us we could have one more melody. They played what would have been their next single. It was extraordinary, yet when the melody finished, I realized it was the night's end. The lights in the lobby went ahead and the environment was reduced. As we meandered out of the corridor with the remainder of the group, I felt overpowered with satisfaction. Ben attempted to converse with me however 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 large number of individuals were talking around us. As we got into the fundamental banquet room where shirts and banners were being sold hysterically, 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 essence once in a while, until we at last arrived at the glow of our own homes.