Walking into Diesel for a show with my friends, I feel really awkward. A band is playing that is just extremely loud with music that already gives me a headache without seeing them live. As I enter the venue, there are many people there that are dressed in the complete opposite attire that I’m wearing. I’m wearing clothes from Hollister and American Eagle other then the brands I’m seeing people wearing. The guys in the audience are wearing very tight clothes, and the girls are wearing things I wouldn’t be able pull off. The band is about to start and I’m standing in the back by myself. I see Molly Johnson walking into the venue and she’s dressed like she’s ready to be in the extreme, rowdy crowd. Since the band that is playing is one of her favorites, she starts pushing her way through people trying to get up to the front for a great view. There’s no way I would ever do that since I’m pretty shy, especially with the band that is playing.

The lights start to dim and the crowd starts to get wild, knowing the live music is about to start. The band comes out, and the crowd is going even wilder than before. I keep thinking to myself, why did I come here? How did my friends get me to come to this stupid show?  The music starts up and the singer of the band starts singing. Well its really not singing, it’s more like screaming. I see Molly in the front row screaming every lyric with the crowd with her hands in the air trying to touch one of the band members that she thinks is really attractive. After a few songs, I try to get into the music by tapping my feet to the rhythm, but its not going too well. A few more songs go by and the band is finished playing. Thank god I can go home! I walk outside of the venue to wait for my friends, and I see Molly leave. She looks all sweaty and kind of gross, but you can tell she had a really fun time at the show.