Magic Mountain

As we passed the building in the car, I had noticed that the venue was not full at all. It was chilly but bearable night. The lights in the building were all sorts of color that night, but the most prominent of them all was the color red. It illuminated the room quite nicely, while giving it a grungy feel - appropriate for the occasion - a concert. It was a nice change compared to the typical nights people have here. 

As me and my friend Ryan approached, the vendor wasn't as his highest peak of alertness. He was too busy talking and joking around with some of the band members to notice that Ryan had slipped in without paying, thankfully I had a free ticket. He was a tall Hispanic male with a slight accent while speaking in Spanish. He used a lot of hand gestures while speaking to the other people around him, and whatever the band members said he would laugh at. 

We waited outside and felt the cool air, sitting on the wooden bench by the metal railing separating the street to the venue. The few people that were there were all in different little clicks of two to three people. It was definitely a hipster scene that night. Guys wearing oxford shoes, print button down shirts, most of them wearing beanies. Mostly all the girls wearing crop tops with high wasted skirts with Chelsea booties. 

I notices that most of the girls were drinking vodka sodas or gin and tonics, while the men were drinking Blue Ribbon or Lone Star beer. People searching around the vicinity trying to either bum cigarettes off someone or borrow a lighter. As everyone began to chain smoke, it suddenly became hotter. 

As 9:30 in the afternoon crept, more and more people started showing up. We then migrated into the venue, and people started swarming the bar. The bartenders frantically trying to get everyone's drink order correctly, and getting upset when people wouldn't tip them. 

As I walked into the restroom, about 4 girls were furiously trying to scrub off the X marks the bouncers put on their hands with sharipes, signaling they were underage therefore could not drink. 

When I walked out I noticed many couples sitting on the benches showing a lot of PDA, which was making several people uncomfortable. The security guards would have to be constantly coming and going, reminding them that it was a public place. 

Once the band came on, everyone seemed to forget what they were previously doing, just enjoying the music and letting it flow. 

Everyone knew the words and was singing along. It was quite comforting knowing random strangers were holding hands and singing at the top of their lungs.