My favorite concert

I was 15 years old when announced the concert by my favorite band. I loved more Sleeping with Sirens that any member of my family, the face of the vocalist, Kellin Quinn, was stuck in all my stuff, from notebooks to the walls of my room. 

Just two years earlier had died my grandma, and she had left a small legacy, enough to buy the entry and I still for the passage of the bus. The only problem was that my mom would not let me go unless she went with me. And I accepted her proposal/order. I drew a giant poster with all the members and I missed a test to go to the concert.

I can’t complain after all Kellin hand touched me and even gave me a kiss, just as he sang my favorite song.  Obviously, I cried as if I were to die.  Not I washed my hand until a week later, even wore gloves to avoid touching things with it. Really the adolescence had hit me hard.

After the concert the band went from bad to worse. They changed their music style, and I decided don’t go to the concert that gave this year. Now, I listen Sleeping with Sirens with sadness.