Green Day

The sky was dark and ominous, no amount of light could seep through the clouds. Rain bounced off of jackets in droplets and dripped from soaked hair as fans waited in anticipation for the band they had come to see.

As the thunder growled and the lightning split the sky, fans screamed and bounced on their heels. Chants coursed through the crowd as they begged the band to come on stage. When the suspense peaked, Green Day runs out, causing the fans to scream in delight.

They started strong, playing an old favorite that had everyone bouncing and screaming the lyrics. It didn’t matter if someone didn’t know the words because as soon as the band started to play, the crowd moved together, jumping, clapping and throwing their hands up in sync.

The air smelled damp and smoky, the cold rain being cancelled out by the amount of body heat. Beside me, a group of people formed a mosh pit, running and hitting each other with smiles plastered on their faces. Grunge rock kids were fully in their element, holding up the signal of rock and bopping their heads to the drum.

There was fire rocketing up into the roof of the amphitheater and gunshots that make hearts jump out of chests. Hairs stand on end as they sing songs of revolution. Their tour message is played through each song, through each scream of glee and frustration.

In that moment, nothing else mattered, the only thing I could focus on was the music and the lights. Green Day, a band that has been around since the 1980’s, brought every age to the amphitheater. From as young as 11 to as old as 60, Green Day has transcended through different ages with their music. Whether it’s about war, terrorism, or the media, Green Day plays music for the frustrated souls that want to change the world.

Their set lasted three and a half hours, leaving your back and feet numb, but putting a buzz in your veins. They played 27 songs, a few from the new album and many favorites from their old eras. The second encore was even an acoustic of two well known songs, ending the concert on a slower, but high, note.

As people leave the stadium, their limbs drag and their shoes slosh through the puddles as they already begin to miss the experience they just had. Chairs and trash are scattered across the grass, remnants of unruly happiness. Friends hang onto each other, some stumble against cars, and others softly sing the songs they just gave all their energy to. Although the concert is over, these fans will remember this day for years to come.