Walking into a stadium of thousands of people I make my way over to my seat. My mom and sister sit in the two seats next to me. I get an anxious/excited feeling in my stomach, I can hardly wait.
After a while, the lights go down. The crowd breaks into cheers. The band takes the stage. Elton John himself goes to the piano.
I'm uterly still as the music starts. It sweeps over me, the ping of the piano, the beat of the drum. I feel it as much as hear it. I stay that way for most of the concert, staring down at the stage. With a couple of the songs, my mom can barely stay seated as Elton John starts to play. My and my sister share a look behind her at those moments, our "yeah, our mom is crazy, but we love her anyways," look. Only tonight I don't think either of us really mind as much.
Soon, I'm so caught up in the music, having such a good time, I'm not even annoyed by the two women in front of me constantly taking pictures of themselves with their cell phones. I look up at the big screen, it's showing a close up of Elton John's hands playing the piano.
The crowd's singing along for many of the songs. When he plays "Candle in the Wind" I notice many cell phones out, swaying back and forth, and I think maybe one lighter on the ground level.
As he takes the stage for the second time, Elton John goes around signing autographs. Then once more he's at his piano, playing "Your Song," one I'd been hoping to hear. He follows it with "Circle of Life," complete with clips from "The Lion King" playing on the screen.
The crowd cheers and cheers, but the lights come up. Elton John does not take the stage again. But I'm still impressed. In my mind I go from "Bennie and the Jets," to "Rocket Man," hearing the roar of the crowd (even when not particularly making a lot of noise, thousands of people are never silent), seeing Elton John's hands on the piano. It was increadible, and I loved getting to see such an amazing musician in person.
I don't know why you don't want to be in journalism any more. that was a great opinion article.
ReplyDelete(Blushes and gets modest look) Well, thanks. I just need to really care about what I'm writing about is all.
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