I heard a song tonight.
The sound brought back memories of simpler times.
Times spent riding in cars on hot summer days with windows rolled down to feel the warm breeze through your hair.
The radio cranked as loud as it could go while you felt the music in your soul.

The words didn't matter as much as the feel the music gave you, from the drums pounding the beat to the guitar singing. Your head moved of its own accord. With hair whipping around your face, you drove faster as you came alive.

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Concerts came back into your mind when you saw the bands live. The heat of the people pressed together, waiting for the band to start. The smell of weed filling the air made you smile, knowing someone was getting ready for a long night of fun as you waited for the darkness to come.

You relaxed while you waited, and stories were told. New memories were made in each moment you were there. A bathroom trip revealed those who did not pace themselves and decided the stairs were a great place to sleep. You knew you had to time everything right because there was no going back once the show started.

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The darker the night became, the quieter the mass of people became. Knowing a night they were not going to forget was getting closer.

Soon, the tiny lights on the stage would go black.

Heads were cocked, listening intently. We were waiting silently for the sound of the first string being plucked.

Like a wave, those lucky enough to be in front stood and started clapping and shouting. The wave carried itself back until you could not tell where the sound started and ended.

Light flared, and the music began, beating into your soul forever more.

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You quickly drank the rest of your beer and set the cup under your chair so you didn't clutter up your tiny two-by-two dance floor in front of your chair—the last weed smell wafted as the band started their night's first song.

Two to three hours later, you were covered in sweat from dancing. Your chest did not know if your heartbeat, as the drums' rhythms were felt deep in your soul.

As the show started, it ended with the lights going black. You were not ready for it to be over. The sound from the crowd became louder than ever as no one wanted the night to end. A quick change from the band and a flicker of light could be seen as the band returned for the last few songs of the night. Those were the best songs. The ones everyone knew all the words to.

There was no more dancing, but you drank in the sight and sounds of the last part of the night while the last notes played.

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With a smile, I will now go back to listening to the new songs that brought back such beautiful memories!

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