I was standing on the side of the stage watching The Nemesis, one of the other supporting acts on the tour, perform. I could see the thousands of people chanting along and throwing their fists in the air to every word the singer was shouting through the microphone. Their music reminded me of Pierce the Veil, one of my favorite screamo bands. The lead singer had long blond hair that was being thrown every which way as he spun with the mic stand, and growled with such passion and dedication. The guitar players were playing back to back as they shredded the notes, killing it on stage. I practically stood there with my mouth open in amazement, hoping I could pull that same kind of energy off tonight. “They’re good, huh?” A voice asked from behind me. I spun around and saw a girl standing behind me. She had black hair streaked with pink that was put up in a messy up-do and wore a tight white tank top with a skull in the middle and holed up skinny jeans. “Yeah, they’re awesome,” I answered, smiling at her.
