Nathan Ackerson
02-19-09
Written Communications

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Music is without doubt one of the greatest joys in my life and while I am at a concert I feel a constant deep sensation that I can’t compare to anything else. I attended a concert in Milwaukee almost a year ago, but not just any concert; it was my favorite band Chiodos. I remember standing in the exhaustingly long line while every beat of my heart became more like the tick of a bomb waiting to explode from excitement. As I neared the main stage my anticipation grew to an extremely visible level. As the opening bands played I had a good time but couldn’t help but look forward to Chiodos. When they finally came on stage, the moment came alive. The silhouettes of my favorite band were all I could see, cast by light too dim to see their faces. Suddenly the rumble of the speakers along with the rambunctious jumping of the crowd shook the building like an earthquake. The instrumentals started as blinding lights flashed over the stage and the audience, increasing the excitement. Finally, as I saw the band’s and the crowd’s passion for the music, I couldn’t help but join the crowd’s boisterous activity. In the first few seconds of my favorite band playing, I had already felt as if my amusement had reached its peak, but as I heard the voice of Craig Owen’s, a voice clearer than any bell, I realized I was having one of the best times of my life. That concert was worth any amount of money I could have paid, and there isn’t much I would trade for it.