So...to talk about my first rock concert! It kicked ass!

I'll start at the beginning. My best friend came up to me last year and handed me a few CD's, told me to listen to them and that I would like them. It was Three Days Grace, Breaking Benjamin, Evanescence, and Linkin Park. Guess who was my favorite one automatically, due to their angry lyrics and roaring guitars: of course, Three Days Grace.

Now, I am a complete fan. I dicsuss the lyrics, the music, and the band members with my best bud any time we get together, and they are usually all we listen to. We sing along with the CD, and I have even learned harmonies to every single song we have. Can someone say fanatic?

Anyway, when she approached me and asked me to go to the Jubilee with her, I went crazy! I had been to a concert before, but it was boring, it was country, and I didn't really enjoy it that much. I knew that a rock concert would unleash my parentally supressed thrill, and I would have the time of my life. I did everything I could to go, even going as far as telling my parents that if the band doesn't play at graduation - which I knew we wouldn't - that I was going to my friend's for the weekend.

And we did. I made to her house at about two in the afternoon, all of my clothes and music ready to go, with a Full Throttle in hand. We had a three hour wait until the concert, and we played Three Days Grace over and over again and talked about nothing but how excited we were and our favorite band. Six finally came, we climbed into the car, and listened to Three Days Grace again, singing our hearts out until her mom finally joined in, and talked nonstop until we reached Montgomery.

The anxiety of my first rock concert almost killed me! We were stuck waiting for two hours, listening to country singers until 10 o'clock edged closer and closer. Finally, Lady Antebellum finished, and we rushed off towards the river walk, where Three Days Grace would perform in less than half of an hour. I didn't know who was playing before them, but my friend was clearly interested. And when we got there, I saw and heard why.

Lynam was great! I truly enjoyed their music - little as we got to hear - and loved Jacob almost immediately. The guy was such a smartass and so sexy, I went to the booth and bought a CD - which I gave to my friend, since I already had a souvenier - and let her get it autographed.

But, the main event was coming up. She and I walked into the heart of the crowd, got up close to the stage, and were ready for the action to start. We squealed in our excitement and bounced on our heels as seconds drug on, minutes passed like hours, and the people around us moved in and got ready for the party to start. In the background, I could hear a guitar slowly getting louder and faster, then Neil came on stage and sat down. My friend just about had a heart attack at the sight of him and began to scream. I then saw Barry enter with guitar in hand, and then Brad, and then finally the man himself, Adam Gontier. One-X, our favorite album, came to life.

We screamed, we sang, we bounced, we headbanged, until the concert was, sadly, over, and we staggered back to my friend's mother. We were losing our voices and I had a splitting headache from the intensity of the bass and my thrill - I even figured out how to screamo scream, which amplified it - and bought a bottle of water. It helped a little, but I knew I would not have a voice Saturday morning. We finally got back to the car, my friend climbed into the front passenger seat, next to her mother, and I passed out in the back. Literally.

It was the most fun in my whole life, and I plan on doing it again. Even if it means take my own car, get my own money out of the bank, and kidnap my best friend to go with me, and drive to Atlanta or Orlando or somewhere just to see them!