Mason and I had been planning this trip for over a year now. He insisted that he should be the one to help me lose my 'concert virginity.' So, me being the nice person that I am, decided to let him. Mason decided on a music festival in Jacksonville called 'Welcome To Rockville.' This one appeared especially interesting because my two favorite bands were playing; Beartooth and Of Mice & Men.
Anyways, I had already packed my overnight bag, for I would be staying at Mason's house for the night, and had everything ready. Mason and his mom got there at about 9:30, and we began our 2 hour drive to the concert venue.
I had conked out within the first fifteen minutes, and was awoken by Mason shaking me like an excited child on Christmas morning. "We're here!! It's finally happening!!" he screamed. Literally screamed. Into my ears. Fantastic.
I climbed out of the car and we walked to the front gates. 11:30. The gates wouldn't open for another half hour.
Mason ha begun lecturing me about what to do in the pits. Stay away from crowd surfers, Wall of Death, etc. I had already tuned him out.
After about 30 minutes of Mason babbling, and me ignoring him, the gates finally opened. I felt a new feeling of energy rush through me at the thought of the day ahead of us.
Welcome To Rockville.
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Welcome To Rockville
RandomShort story on the adventures, and dangers, of a rock music festival that takes place in Jacksonville, Florida. Call it a fan fiction if you will.
