Warped Tour

                                 

Walking up to the gates I feel a knot in my belly, my heart is surely going to beat out of my chest,  but for once it’s not a panic attack about to happen. I can feel the energy coming off of the other concert goers. At Warped you can be or do almost anything. It’s a day and place where for once nobody is judging you for what you are wearing, what you listen too, or how you look. The wait in line is the worst part, it seems like it never ends, and the suspense of what is to come is so great that I cannot stop talking to Patrick about how excited I am. “Oh my god, Pat, what if we get to meet Fronz?! What if he thinks we are cool and invites us to hang out? Oh god I am going to die.” I exclaim to Pat, to which he responds his infamous side smile and a “That would be cool.” Pat is the type of person who will let me be excited enough for the both of us because he doesn’t really like to show his emotions. When we are done being searched and having our tickets checked we are finally granted entry. Walking through the gates of Warped Tour I would describe as entering a Alternative Wonderland. There are people

with hair the color of rainbows, people either cloaked in black or almost nothing at all, there are girls in short- shorts but also boys in even shorter shorts, there is music coming from almost every tent and there is always someone walking around trying to sell the band merch for a band that isn't very popular but is on the verge of fame. You can see tents everywhere, from the acoustic tent to the medical tent. They always have a free water station but the catch is that the free water will almost always be as warm as the outside air.

At Warped there seem to be no limits, this is confirmed with how easy it can be to meet your favorite bands members. You can meet them at a stand in line signing or sometimes they will be walking around. I can  vaguely remember at my first warped my friend Isaac coming up to Pat and I so excited that he met a band member in the crowd. I can remember even better the moment Pat and I met Ash Castello and Chris Fronzak. We sat, because I got tired of standing, in line to meet Ash. We went back and forth with “I wonder what she will be like?”, and Pat’s wishful thinking of; “What if she falls in love with me and then I get to date Ash!?” to which I will always respond with “Oh my freaking god heck yes! And what if Fronz thinks I’m a cool cat and, because I’m not underage anymore, wants to date me!!?” But sadly of course that is not how any of the meet and greets went. When we finally got up to the merch tent where they were doing the signing pretty much all Pat and I could do was smile and gush. I can remember having an ear to ear smile and my hands shaking as I shook all the band members hands, all the band members were pretty chill and normal until the last one, who kinda creeped me out because he wouldn’t let go of my hand. As much as that creeped me out, solely because I’m not used to people being affectionate, I wished Fronz would have held on to my hand. But sadly when I met Fronz I couldn’t even get words out of my mouth much less whip the cheesy fan girl smile off my face. I can vaguely remember him putting his hand on my shoulder and the glare from the girl that had been waiting in line with us because the meet and greet  line ended right behind me and Pat. I didn't care though. I was to happy. At Warped Tour, it seems nothing can go wrong even though everything can, you can pass out from the heat or even do the splits in the mud in front of the slip-n-slide and hurt yourself in front of everyone( a personal experience) or even get get punched in a mosh pit. All this is worth it in the end because the good things always out member the bad. Warped Tour will leave you near death but you will never be closer to living