One of the best things about going to a rock concert is the anticipation. It’s live, unpredictable. Like the excitement before a first kiss with someone. What will it bring? Where will the night end? Usually, you’ve heard the music from the artist and can only guess what they’ll play. Or hope they do your favorite song.
I remember my first real rock concert in high school. It was The Pixies. I’d been to other shows, but I can’t quite count those because someone’s parents had dropped off my friends and me. This one was me and my buddy, in his car through the night, not knowing what would come next.
We arrived before the opening act and couldn’t believe how lucky we were to find spots right at the front of the stage. Honestly, I can’t recall who the first band was, but they were good and we bobbed our heads accordingly. With that energy flowing, the anticipation for the Pixies grew. And we were just a few feet from the stage. How cool would that to be that close to the band whose music helped me through all kinds of teenage angst?
Me and my buddy held our cherished spots at the front of the stage during the break between acts. More people filled in behind us. The excitement charged higher. I was really there about to feel the music. Live.
The Pixies took the stage. The crowd pushed hard to see them, filling any gaps between the people. We were part of the communal consciousness, ready to experience the rock and roll. Then the music started, grinding out post punk throughout the small venue.
The mosh pit erupted all around me and my friend.
It took most of the song just to slamdance our way to safety. No wonder it was so easy to get to the front of the stage before the show started. That area, we learned through bumps and bruises, was reserved for the hardcore.
And after that, we weren’t first-timers anymore and knew where to hang out for the best concert experience without getting kicked in the shins. But that didn’t mean we were so seasoned there was no excitement before that first note was hammered out through the stacked amps.
In HEAVY METAL HEART, book one of my new Demon Rock series, I wanted to capture that same anticipation before a concert, even though the heroine, Misty, has been to other Trevor Sand rock shows. But she’s never been to one in such a small venue as the surprise gig he throws in Hollywood.
She’ll be closer than ever to the man whose music always finds a way to connect to her deepest emotions. It doesn’t hurt that he’s drop dead hot as well. What she could never predict is that in this one night, she will make the bold choice to find him after the show, then get swept up into the world of near immortal demons who live by feeding off the energy of the audience. There is danger, and sex, and a mystery both she and Trevor must solve when he tells her she is his Muse.
At my first concert, I didn’t meet any demons (that I know of). But I did learn that rock and roll is an unpredictable force of nature. What were some of your first experiences at a concert? Let me know and one lucky reader will win a PDF copy of HEAVY METAL HEART. Good luck and rock on.