Warped Story

The lights go dim, your heart starts to race, the excitement rushing through your veins; "this is it, this is finally happening" you think to yourself as the Intro song starts. The veil between you and your heroes is dropped as the fist chord of the first song begins. You're so filled with excitement that you begin jumping up and down and singing and screaming and crying all at the same time. You've dreamed about this day for years and it's finally here. All the listening to song after song on repeat, the patiently waiting for the next album and music videos, watching YouTube videos obsessively to try to prepare for this moment that has finally come. The show was the best show you've ever been to, not to mention it was your favorite band playing. You were able to sing alone to every song, including the new single that was put out last month. It was the time of your life. You've taken loads of pictures and used all the money you brought with you on merch. As you leave the venue, all sticky and sweaty from being in the pit, you have the biggest smile on your face and you know that this is a night that you will not soon forget. And this is the story of my first time seeing All Time Low, A.K.A my favorite band.

The date was July 26, 2012. I had just graduated from high school and had decided to treat my self and attend Warped Tour for the first time ever! Now Warped is an experience all in itself, so I'll leave that story for another day. Anyways, it was a hot summer's day and I had been outside in this awful Georgia heat all day long. It's bad enough being out in the heat by yourself, but when you are surrounded by thousands of people for roughly 9 hours, woah buddy does it get hot! As I was waiting in line for the gates to open, you will never believe who I saw ride by on bikes. Jack and Rian (and I think I saw Alex walking around later that day). Now when I first saw them I thought they were just some of the roadies, but once it registered in my head of who it was, I just had to tell every one. I must have texted about five or six different people (my parents included, even though they really didn't know who they are) and some were jealous and others could really care less. Once the gates had opened and I got in, it was time to start watching bands play! I saw all the bands I had came for (with the exception of one because of a timing issue and tough choices) and it was now time to wait for the band I had came to see, All Time Low. I so badly wanted to be in the pit for them and thought that if I stood in the back while the band that was currently playing, which was Pierce The Veil, that then most of the people currently in the pit would clear out. Boy was I wrong.. If anything, the pit became more crowded! But I somehow got lucky and was able to get maybe four people back from the front row. The crowd was wonderful. We all jumped and sang along in harmony. Alex picked on Jack like normal. Zack was shirtless and was playing with his pink bass. Rian doing his thing on the drums. Flyzik doing the thing that he does. It was absolutely perfect. Alex even called someone out for trying to leave early. The crowd was so big (like the actual arena part was full) that is almost seems like everyone at Warped that day was there just for the purpose to see All Time Low, and who could blame them? 

The day all in all was literally the best day ever. From the drive there to that sad drive back home. Of course I spent all the money I had taken with me on band shirts, but come on I was doing some school shopping while I was there too. I will never forget that day, and I hope I am able to go back to Warped this year (of course depending on the line up). 

Medicine or Music?

Ever since I was a little girl I've always wanted to go into medicine. I would watch all the shows on TV and think to myself "I'm going to be a doctor or a nurse one day and save someone's life." I went all through out high school taking the medical career pathway classes and loved every second of them. I got to college and started taking my core classes thinking I would soon be in the nursing program at my school, but after I finished my third semester of class I no longer have that same dream.
Music has always been a huge part of my life. Now, I don't play any instruments or sing very well or write any decent songs, but I really would love to have a career in the music industry. I don't want to be a face someone sees in the tabloids or on the news, but rather someone who is behind the scenes of it all. Producing music would be the dream. Seeing how all of my favorite songs have come together. From the creating the music and the words to recording and getting the music out to the people. Help creating the music that I love.
I went to my parents about this change of heart and they don't seem to support my change of major for school. Now I know that they are like any other parent and want me succeed in life and be able to support myself especially since my dream city is Los Angeles, but they could at least try to support me and not try to force me to continue in a nursing degree right? My friends and my extended family think music production is something I would be great at, especially since music is something I love and have a burning passion for, but my parents don't seem to think it's a great idea. They want me to continue with nursing and get a degree, then if music is still something I wish to pursue then go back to school and get a degree. But why waste the money on a program for a degree in a field that I no longer have a passion for? Wouldn't that be a waste of time and money? Shouldn't I have a love and passion for a career that I am going to be doing for the rest of my life? But it's like with every little thing in my day to day life, my parents are still trying to make little efforts to keep me on the nursing track.
Now I haven't changed my major yet, and I'm taking some time off school to try to figure out exactly what it is that I want to do with my life. During my time off school, I'll be participating in the Disney College Program. So while I'm working for the happiest place on Earth, I'll be searching for my place in the business world, rather that be with nursing or music or something completely different.
I guess the point of this post is to tell others who are in a similar situation to follow their dreams. We only have one life and one chance to do it right, so why not make the most of it? Who cares if you don't want to go to college and be a big shot for a big business? Do what you love. Make yourself happy first and once others see you enjoying your life they will soon follow. Now they may not approve, hell they may never approve, but don't let that keep you from following your dreams. Go out there in the scary world and make the most of your life. As the boy who never wanted to grow up said.. "All it takes is some faith, trust, and pixie dust".