Front Row

The roar of the crowd behind me made me go crazy.

The lights dimmed, and the spotlight went searching. The song started with a light beat of the drums. The guitar joined in, and then the bass. The lead man screamed, "Let me hear you sing it!"

I threw my horns in the air. I was so close. I could feel sweat and spit from the band members running around and singing.

How could you not love this? Rock concerts. They are like a home to me. All the crazy people, obsessed freaks and creeps, they made me feel normal. I feel like I belong, right here, in this crowd.