Striking a Chord: My
First Concert
By Alex Belloli,
Spring 2018 Intern
To me, it seems like most people have been to several concerts
before they hit 21. I’m a little different. I went to my first concert when I
was 24. I always wanted to go, but the opportunity had never come about. That
all changed in 2016. I was determined to go to a concert, and my favorite band—Halestorm—was
performing at Mohegan Sun in Uncasville, Connecticut.
I had never seen so many people in the same place. As I wove
through the clamoring crowds to my seat, I was left speechless by the
grandiosity of it all. I waited in anticipation for Halestorm to take the
stage. Seeing and hearing my favorite band performing 100 feet from me
completely blew me away. The power of the instruments combined with the vivacity
of the crowd charged the experience. In those moments, I finally learned why
people love going to shows: there’s an entirely different connection that forms
between you and the band. It becomes personal. It ignites musical passion and
the determination to entertain.
Everybody remembers their first concert, and now I
understand why.
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