If you ask anyone anything about me, they’ll mention something about concerts. I thrive off the energy radiating off the walls in the arena and the screams circling all around me. I have a pinned notes page with my running list of artists I’ve seen, plus the venue, opener, and date. It started on August 5th, 2011, at Bethel Woods Arena in upstate New York. 8-year-old Madeline watched Selena Gomez and the Scene and her world was changed, it was the beginning of an obsession. The notes app list has grown to over 35 concerts, with around 25 being in the past 4 years. This past summer, I added at least 6 more. I even took some fun BeReals at them!

My most recent concert was at Jones Beach Amphitheater on Long Island New York. Pitbull (or Armando as my family and I call him) played on my last night home before flying down to Georgia. My uncle had gotten my 3 friends and I tickets and we were beyond excited. (I saw him in Charlotte last October and he was amazing). Our original tickets were in the second section of the orchestra. At the end of the night, we were at the barricade. Mr. Worldwide even threw his sunglasses at my friend, who screamed her head off when they fell into her hands.

I don’t even want to calculate the amount of money I have spent on concerts because it might give me a heart attack. It doesn’t matter though. I have loved screaming in people’s ears and jumping till my ankles fall apart. The memories are too thrilling and memorable to lose.