I believe in the power of rock music. I believe in the guitar solos, and the rhythm of the bass. I believe in the sound of the drums, and the singers singing their heart out.
My brother always listened to rock and metal music. I would be downstairs, and he would be on the computer playing “his” music. I couldn’t stand it, and I was always asking him to turn it off. I was much more interested in listening to rap, and hip hop. Music I now see no talent in. After a while, I started to get used to his music and I kind of liked it! The more I listened, the more I liked it. After hearing one of his favorite bands, they actually started to become one of my favorite bands. Finally I asked him if he would take me to a concert. It was at a little place called Headliners in Louisville.
When the opening band started, I had never heard anything quite like it. It was so loud. Everyone was jumping around, getting in mosh pits, and crowd surfing. I couldn’t just stand there, it was my first concert, I had to do something fun to remember it by. So I found two guys to help me crowd surf. They lifted me up, and I was slowly moved by the hands of the people below me. After a few feet, they dropped me, but that didn’t stop me. I got right back up, and tried it again. I succeeded that time; they set me down in an open area. I was so tired after the concert let out, but it was worth it.
After that concert, I was finally hooked on rock music. My brother and I can actually have conversations about different bands and I actually enjoy them! It’s much better than when he would sit downstairs and tell me every little detail he could think of about a certain band that I really didn’t care for. Now my favorite band is a band that I absolutely couldn’t stand at all! But what I really like is that we can listen to the same music without arguing about it.
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