Let me paint you a picture really quick.
Your standing front row at the concert of your dreams. Hands griping the cool metal of the barrier. Bright and colorful lights are shining beautifully from the stage. There's a light sheen of sweat across your face and body, making you able to feel the cold air brush your neck as it rolls lazily from the stage. A collective hum of the sound of the crowd singing at the top of their lungs, the lyrics of your favorite song. The atmosphere is a perfect mixture of excitement and anticipation. Everyone else is just as in love with this band as you are. Everyone here gets you, no one thinks you're silly, childish, or too obsessive you're not alone anymore. Your heart beat is in time with the bass line as it thumps rhythmically along with your feet that are bouncing off the floor. Your favorite band member locks eyes with you as he sings directly to your heart simultaneously stopping and speeding up time, making you feel a million times happier than you could have ever imagined you could be.
In that, precise moment in time.
your home.
That is one of the coolest and most unique feelings that only music and your favorite band can produce.
So all the crap you catch for loving said band, turns out being a even trade.
That's how I've always felt from day one. When a so called friend or family member tried to poke fun or shame me I'd turn to twitter. The place where I can be myself fully and without judgement. Where I've met some great best friends who have been closer and more there for me than any friend ive grown up with.
That all being said I'll explain myself to you.
Get ready its going to need some explanation. My name is Rebecca but I prefer to be called Becca that's what my friends called me. I'm 25 years old and going to stay that age apparently. I'm not sure how but I died.
I'm dead.
I know heavy, but I didn't know how else to say it other than just dropping the "D" word.
Have you ever loved something so much you didn't want to leave it? instead of going to see what lies at the end of that long ass tunnel with the bright white light at the end, I decided to stick around and hit up a few hundred concerts.
This is my story.
