In Which Your Best Friend Moshes

A sea of people race towards one another
On the lead vocalist’s command.
Everyone runs in a circle,
Pushing others aside.
The smile of an eighteen year old
And the small structure or a girl
Can be spotted randomly.
Fist fly in the air
And bruises form
Along to guitars,
Drums,
Basses,
And a vocalist.
Onlookers cheer them on.
It only lasts for about two minutes
And then everyone pushes their way
To the stage.
The next song begins
And the small body can be seen again,
With a smile even wider,
Hopping from foot to foot,
Waiting for the next massive adrenaline rush
To kick in.