Packed bodies, screaming fans and the blood boiling rhythm that united us. All around us there were all kinds of people, all jumping or shouting or moshing to the beat of Sleeping With Sirens. We were on fire as Kellin screamed "Fire!" and we screamed back with tears and burning hearts.
Hannah stood beside me looking right in her element. Hair now let loose, hip tattoos showing, eyes closed, fists pumping. I mirrored her again as the lights flashed around adding to the atmosphere. There were many kids here, my age and bellow. All looking up to, relying on, needing- this. These words. This sound. This feeling.
All the colour, all the emotions from any event could never make me feel this way. Where my heart is jumping in time with everything. Where you're so overwhelmed by your love of this night and you do not ever, ever want to leave. The buzz is immense. You're so emotional because you need this and you know that this, this is a reason people keep going. These people can all verify the rubbishes of life and guaranteed a lot have wanted to give up at least once. But this is why they didn't- this feeling.
The sound surrounds us in a massive bubble and it's all so perfectly bright and overwhelming perfect. All of us need this.
When we're here, there's no outside. Life stops for us here. We forget every pain and sorrow that had caused us to need this. I forget my Dad's beatings. I forget the crash that took my brother. I forget why my sister and I have matching designs on our wrists.
My entire body is consuming the pressure of all the lives that have been refilled this night.
This is now. This is why I am alive.
It would be amazing if the boys could be this big some day and save lives this way.
* * *
A couple hours later and we made it out.
"They were amAZING!" I squealed to Hannah.
"I know. I already want to go again! And they all played so well and Kellin absolutely rocked and I need to stop talking!" Hannah said back.
"Sí, Chica." I laughed.
After a little play fight, we headed over to the Milkshake booth, which happened to include several innuendos form Hannah, referencing the Milk Fic.
"What are you gonna get Becca? I'm getting a Strawbrendony Milk with a straw."
She got a laugh from a passing girl who must have got the reference and a weird look from a boy, about our age, scene cut, 2 piercings.
We got our drinks and went and sat at a little table by the side of the bar. We talked about anything but if usually came back to SWS somehow. Everything, such as, how amazing they were, Jack's silly tøp and Gabe's new tattoo. Even how much Kellin's hair has grown.
Just then, a guy with some flyers was walking by, shouting loudly, mostly ignored by the teens still milling around.
"Sleeping With Sirens' extra special and exclusive competition!" The spotty 20-year-old said as if it was the most exciting thing he had ever heard."One lucky unsigned band gets to open for them in England!" Now that caught my attention. "Enter the comp for a chance to win a bundle of merch and this amazing prize!"
Hannah and I exchanged glances and then asked for a flyer with details of how to enter. Send in a demo. That's it. The boys can do that,easy. There will probably be tough competition, but I think they could do it.
"We're going to England, Baby!" Shouted Hannah.