Metal for the First Time

On the 29th of September, I went to my first metal concert ever. Tuesday night, no idea I was going till the night before. I could say that I knew what it was gonna be like before I went, that I had a basic clue. In reality I knew nothing.
When we walked into the Tsongas center in Lowell, the entire building rocked and pulsed, in the lobby I couldn't hear myself talk. I found myself screaming to my friends just for them to try and hear me. The ticket person strained to hear, "mosh pit" I screamed. Me and my two companions in crime mounted the shaking staircase to the arena. People squished around each other in the pit swayed against each other to the sound of the opening band. People who obviously didn't want to be there stood against the walls. I felt the energy pulse through my bones, the arena was huge. Energy flowed in and out of every person, the music felt alive. I could feel it seeming to beat my heart. We vaulted down the staircase to the pit where we met up with a group of four. Screaming at the top of our lungs we jumped into the pit. Eventually the intro bands wrapped up and a voice screamed over the loud speaker "FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH", everyone launched into motion becoming nothing but a blur. The mosh pit started stirring, and soon people were jumping in and being pushed around and it was all power and energy, with no ill intentions. When you fell people picked you up, everyone was pulsing with adrenaline and still courteous, keeping people from getting hurt. Glasses shattered and cups and bottles littered the ground. An elbow to the rib? Just keep on moving, the bruises help you remember the night.