Porter Robinson
The day came where I finally was able to go to a concert with my friend and have a really good time. My dad said he would never let me go to a concert with my friends until I was 18 years old. I missed out on a lot when all my friends would go to concerts while they were 16 and 17 years old. My friend and I planned to go see Porter Robinson the day after my birthday in the middle of July. Porter Robinson is a dub step concert, and I’ve always wanted to experience what it felt like to see a concert. I was very excited to take my new iPhone 5 that my dad got me for my birthday; I couldn’t wait to use it to take videos of the concert to show all my other friends at school what they missed out on.
Melissa and I were getting dressed in my room while my dad yelled
“Rebecca, I am leaving to dinner with my friends, I am leaving you 100 dollars on the counter.” I said,
“Thanks dad, I will call you after
the concert,” I said.”
So Melissa and I started to drive up to the concert in Milwaukee, we finally got to downtown Milwaukee and found a place to park. The traffic was awful and it took a good 3 hours to get their when it really should only take about 1 hour from my house without traffic . I had a lot of junk in my front two pockets’, the only place to put my phone was my back pocket, which was where I normally put it anyways. It doesn’t really fit in the back pocket, half of it sticks out but in the past it’s always stayed secure with the type of jean shorts I am wearing.
We entered the gates to the concert and we were running a bit late, we only had about 30 minutes before it started. We went to get a drink and some food to kill some time. We ate our food and chugged our drinks, then we started to cram into the crowd where everyone was dancing and yelling explicit words, or yelling nonsensestuff that nobody could comprehend. I felt as if the crowd around me was screaming louder than somebody using a microphone. I guess itthat is how I pictured concerts to be, people doing mosh pits, screaming obnoxiously and running around aimlessly as if they’re on some drugs. Well, I guess I might consider myself wrong by saying the crowd isthey’re sober at a dub step concert in Milwaukee. I wasn’t going to do any drugs. I will never be a teenager who does drugs. I have always been against everything
My friend and I found awesome seats, and Porter Robinson was coming onto stage, I was excited that I finally have reached the point of my first concert. I did start to feel a little uncomfortable as many older guys started to come around my friend and I. I started to dance and tried to act as if I was just another person in the crowd, whenthen all of a sudden, ‘Wham!’ I got hit hard in the nose and pushed forward. My friend yelled my name and I fell to the ground. All I could think was what happened? Why did I just get pushed ? I felt a rush through my nose and blood started to flow. Melissa grabbed me and we rushed out of the crowd to grab some napkins. My nose didn’t feel right, it felt broken to say the least. I had tears rushing down my face with a mixture of blood. I plugged my nose, which hurt severely, with some napkins. I went to grab my phone to call my dad when I realized there wasn’t a single thing in my back pocket. It seemed as if the guy that pushed me wanted to pick pocket my phone, and that was his way of doing so, by hitting me in the face. Melissa ran back through the crowd while I sat down on the bench. I wasn’t capable to go search for my phone while my nose was gushing blood. nch to find my phone , because I sure couldn’t go back through that crowd. She was gone for about a good 15 minutes, then I saw her squeezing back through the crowd with no phone in her pocket.
After how bad the is night went, one thing I don’t want to do is see my dad and tell him how it this all happened. It cost him around 600 dollars for my this new phone. of mine . Melissa and I grabbed our stuff and walked to the car, I could barely see. at this point. Good thing Melissa could drive me to hospital, I felt bad she had to leave the concert as well, but I needed to check out my nose. After a few exams on my nose, I found out my nose was broken. It feels great to know that on my first concert, my nose broke, I lost my phone, and that I am going to be heading home to one angry dad. The only positive thingthing positive was that I still had the 100 dollars somewhere-I think. I probably shouldn’t put my phone in my back pocket ever again, that wasn’t my smartest decision.smart . My life couldn’t get better…