Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Post #4: Anticipation

The lights go out and suddenly, I can’t hear myself think.


I squeeze my sister’s arm and jump up and down uncontrollably. She’s doing the same. We both scream right into each other’s faces, but both of us can barely hear it anyways. The other sixteen thousand people just erupted into screams too.


My heart pounds.
My thoughts race.
My thoughts stop and the screams begin to take their place.
I’m confused.
I’m excited.
I’m screaming.

Queen’s “We Will Rock You” begins to blast over the speakers into the darkness. It’s loud. I scream again.

Ashley jumps up and down repeatedly. I’m alternating between yelling lines of the song and screaming my throat raw before anything has even happened.

“….gonna be a big man someday! ...aggghhh! ...you got blood on your face…agggh… waving your banner all over the place…aghhhhh!...”

From the seventeenth row on the floor, Ashley and I can see the three balconies all around us, packed with people.
Cameras flash everywhere, taking pictures of the empty stage.
Fans wave glow sticks hysterically in the darkness, creating a sea of lights in the upper tiers that rise around us.
Lights flash from every direction all over the stage. Laser lights move around the entire arena, pointing at the stage, the ceiling, the audience.

All of a sudden, I realize I’ve never been more excited than I have been in this moment. I never once thought that Freddie Mercury’s voice would send me into a euphoric fit. I scream just once more, for good measure, and then continue yelling the lyrics of the song.

The giant circular screen hanging above the stage begins to lower on to the stage. It’s huge. It’s probably at least fifty feet high. If it’s even possible, the screams become louder. My throat is dry. I scream anyways.



Queen stops singing. The song is over. Some non-descript rock music begins to play the same few chords over and over on electric guitar. The screams grow again. The circular screen now hovers directly over the stage, covering it almost entirely so that we can’t see if they’re on stage yet. The screen flashes red and black lights. My voice will be shot before this even starts.

My heart pounds, partly from the lights that are flashing, partly from the thousands of girls screaming in every direction around me, partly from the music that is playing a song I don’t know. But mostly, because I know what is going to happen next. Any second now.

Finally, it happens. The screen lifts back up. There’s a small circular platform that is below the stage, and it's rising and spinning to become level with the rest of the stage. The screams grow. My heart races. My grip on Ashley’s arm tightens. She returns the pressure. We jump higher. We stand on our tiptoes, waiting. Screaming. Staring at the hole in the stage, waiting for it to rise.

The tension and excitement are palpable. Everyone in the arena is staring at that spinning, rising platform. I’m screaming again. So is everyone else. All sixteen thousand of us.


“IT’S JOE!!”

“IT’S KEVIN!!!! … It’s Kevin JONAS!!”


I guess no one at a Jonas Brothers concert should be saying ‘crap,’ but that doesn’t matter. No one at a Jonas Brothers concert who isn’t a chaperone should be over thirteen years old anyways. But we don’t care. No one here is looking at the two university girls screaming and yelling for the curly haired teen heartthrobs rising on to the stage. Everyone else is too preoccupied with their own yelling to notice.


  1. Whitney, you created an amazing sense of anticipation through your words. I was so excited to see what you were jumping around for and laughed hysterically when I found out it was for the Jonas Brothers. This was a very good piece you did a very good job on creating that anticipation for the reader. I especially felt this anticipation in the paragraph saying “My heart pounds, partly from the lights that are flashing, partly from the thousands of girls screaming in every direction around me, partly from the music that is playing a song I don’t know. But mostly, because I know what is going to happen next. Any second now.” I found myself questioning what was going to happen next and it made me excited. Good job.

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  3. I also felt the anticipation in this post. I just wanted to read as fast as possible just to see who it was! I really like that you "showed" us that you were at a concert by describing the lights, the crowds and especially the screaming. This is WAY more effecting then just telling us "we were at a concert". I was able to be right in the scene with you, and feel the anticipation even though I didn't know exactly who /what you were waiting for. I like how you go back to you screaming/ the state of your voice throughout "I scream again" "my throat raw" "I scream just once more for good measure" "My throat is dry.". It kept the post central to you and your experience, but at the same time you were able to paint the picture of a packed arena of screaming fans and all the sights and sounds that come with that.

    Thanks for posting:)

    Ps. my last post had too many spelling mistakes

  4. Hello Whitney!

    This is a great post. You represent the feelings of anticipation and almost crazed energy of a concert very well. Your sense of humor really shines and I literally laughed out loud when you revealed that it was a jonas brothers concert. Really funny stuff! Also, I really liked the ending, it was short and sweet and you didn’t over-analyze it. The story is about the anticipation of the concert, you knew when to start and end it. Your writing is definitely improving, keep it up!

    The only bit of constructive criticism I can offer is when you write “WHITNEY!!! It’s HAPPENING! It ACTUALLY is!!!”, I think you should put the entire quotation in caps. The “It’s” and “is” look alittle out of place, especially in the context of having to yell to be heard at a concert. Hope that helps!

    I really enjoyed reading this!

  5. I really liked the way that you played with the reader's expectations. I started off thinking that you were watching a hockey game and as soon as you wrote "Joe" I actually laughed outloud at my own misjudgement.

    I'm not exactly sold on the ending. I felt that it was wrapping things up a bit. It feels like you're trying to justify being older than the other fans, but I think that the scenario you set up before already accounts for this.

    I loved the suspense you created in "showing" your excitement. Keeps the reader caught up in the story. Great job

  6. haha, Whit. I anticipated Queen, but you surprised me with the Jonas Brothers! Good job building up to that ending! I liked how you screamed again, "for good measure".