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He walks out, straight to centre stage, heart pounding in
anticipation. The crowd cheer and wave, their long hours of waiting, in queues
and in the crowd finally having paid off. The stage around him is still in
darkness, only dimly lit from behind so their silhouettes are visible. He
shakes off again, trying to rid himself of the nerves.
Around him, the music starts, the other guys playing the
familiar notes and rhythms which reassure him. He joins in with his lyrics, on
cue, his own voice sounding low and raspy, mingling with the instrumental. He
can hear the crowd singing along, words memorised, and a rush of wonder and gratitude
surges through him. Words that he scribbled on scraps of paper, personal and
carefully chosen, full of meaning to him – yet the meaning resonates with
others, who find solace in his words. The words he chose being sung back to him
by hundreds of people, people he has never met, yet share a common bond with
him.
The music fades off as the verse ends – then the climax
comes, exploding in sound and light as the chorus kicks off, violent and
powerful. The stage is bright and colourful, pyrotechnics blasting around them all.
The crowd is like one single entity, jumping and moving to the beat, arms
waving, voices shouting; a beast, both tamed by the music, yet wild, free and inspired
by it. He has been part of that entity
before, at other concerts, but seeing it from the stage gives it a whole new
dimension. In the crowd, you are taken over by the music, absorbing every
moment, feeling the rush of awe as the artists you admire perform right in
front of you. But to be those artists, to know everyone in that crowd was here
to see you, was incredibly humbling. They were nothing without the crowds of
fans, and giving them shows was the least they could do – but seeing their
expressions, the joy, the wonder, the passion – it was enough to make him just
as awestruck as they appeared to be. The bond between them was unusual – both band
and crowd having the exact same feelings of awe and gratitude towards each
other.
As the set continues, his feels his nerves melt away, losing
himself to the music, feeding off the crowd’s energy. Everything they give him,
he strives to give back, pouring heart and passion into the whole performance.
Despite being above and apart from the crowd physically, he feels as though he
is just as much part of that wild entity as any of them, getting shivers during
the slower parts, chest wanting to explode with power at the climaxes. All the
while he feels entirely awestruck that their music, notes and words they strung
together, has created this event, these shared moments, that feeling of being a
part of something greater than one’s self. This was the reason he loved music
so much, and was so thrilled to be able to bring these feelings to other
people. These are the moments he will forever remember, the moments in which he
felt most alive.
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