Power Trip concert my cousin went to

Anybody who's into the metal scene will tell you that you haven’t been to a concert 'til you’ve been to a metal concert. I had been to quite a few shows around DFW seeing local bands, and most of the people around me all echoed similar remarks. Finally, towards the end of summer, I got wind that one of my favorite metal bands (and first hardcore love) Power Trip would be doing a show at one of my favorite venues. I decided to take the plunge, bought some tickets for a friend and I and got ready for the big night.

I had heard a lot about metal concerts, so I decided to dress sensibly instead of stylishly. Plain sneakers, a pair of black skinnies and an oversized Dungeons & Dragons t-shirt. I was ready to thrash and headbang with the best of them. Pulling up outside the venue with my friends, I noticed some other concert goers I had met in my travels around the local scene. They greeted me warmly, as only the locally devoted seemed to be. Passing knowing looks they all grinned at me with mischievous eyes. “Tonight's the big night, eh?” Adam asked, nudging me in the ribs with his elbow. He had to bend over a bit to do so, seeing how he was a hulking mass of canvas. Tattoos wrapped around every inch of his arms and neck, and his reddish beard made him look like an old viking. “You choose a hell of a concert to be your first,” Kelly said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Her hair was styled in a undercut, it’s color a bright, shocking red. She, too, had full sleeves…