This was a perspective paper. The first paragraph is a description of a metal concert from the perspective of a sixteen year old metal/screamo lover, and the second is second paragraph is from the perspective of an old grandmother at the same concert.
My throat is sore from screaming, yet I try to scream louder, trying to make my voice be heard among the many screaming voices and the crashing of the drums and wailing of the electric guitar. The bass seems to pound in time with my heart. The screaming dies down a little as the lead singer begins to sing. The pounding hurts my ears, but distracts me from everything that’s going on in my life. The heavy chords and bass drums provide a blissful escape from my thoughts and troubles.
The heavy pounding fills my ears and starts and ache in my bones. The screaming of the guitars grates on my nerves like nails on chalkboard. There are people screaming all around me and sweaty bodies everywhere. The screamed lyrics fill my head and leave no room for thought, no place for quiet reflection. Just inescapable chaos.
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