Promoting positivity

Can’t get me down: a tale of concerts and unfortunate crowd placement

I like to have fun — even if it means making a complete fool out of myself.

I went to a concert this weekend where we arrived only an hour before the show started, so we were way in the back of the general admission pit. There’s nothing wrong with being in the back, but those who are back there tend to be less enthused about the band performing.

Therefore, I was the only one in the back right corner — besides my roommate, who accompanied me — who was hardcore jamming out. By that I mean, jumping up and down with the beat, screaming at the top of my lungs and borderline crying during my favorite songs.

I love the musical performances, but I also love the camaraderie of the crowd at concerts. Everyone is there for one thing: the band. They’re there to enjoy some good tunes, engage in some enthusiastic head-bobbing and maybe meet some fun people.

No matter which show I’m attending, the front of the pit tends to comprise the die-hard fans and the back is typically the “eh” fans.


Like I said, I was in the back of the crowd this time around — and I love the band I was seeing, 5 Seconds of Summer. So, naturally, I was screaming at the top of my lungs and dancing along to every song because I was excited.

The people surrounding me, on the other hand, were not on that level. I came to scream and jump and sing while they came to, well, stand there. My dance moves that some could even call “extra” were clearly too much for the people around me, as they looked indifferent or even annoyed as I rocked out.

Whenever I’m at a concert or pretty much anywhere, I thoroughly enjoy when I see people having the times of their lives and acting straight-up silly. But who doesn’t? Seeing other people happy makes me happy — so hopefully my horrendous dancing has the same effect on others.

I love making a fool out of myself when I’m at concerts because I know I’ll never see these fans again, and I think it’s fun to dance like nobody’s watching even when everybody seems to be watching.

It has been said (by me) that I bring the party. Whether I’m at a concert, hanging out with friends or doing nothing, I love to have fun, even if it means being silly and embarrassing. How can it be considered fun if you’re only worried about what other people think?

I encourage anyone who is reading this to do something wild. I’m not advising you steal a car or rob a grocery store (read: Please do not, under any circumstances, do those things), but singing at the top of your lungs and busting out some old-school dance moves are greatly appreciated. Who knows? It might just make someone’s day.

Wentland can be reached at [email protected].