I have concluded that stepping into a Rock concert was perhaps one of the silliest things I have ever done in one lifetime.
While Mag and Yings were screaming at the top of their lungs, being wholly proactive and enthusiastic, I became increasingly bored and restless. Amidst the loud banging and roaring, I propped my chin on my head trying hard not to look a) bored b) tired c) restless d) disappointed e) all of the above. My face was probably plastered with feature E because the next thing Mag said was, "Eh, why you so emo?"
For the amount of hard work and effort put into Rockafella by the Student Council, I should applaud them, but the fact remains that 80% of the bands were terrible. The lead singers were clearly out-of-tune, band members uncoordinated, there was not a hint of stage presence, the audience were merely clapping along, and....I was really, REALLY bored to tears. Half the time I was itching to leave but due to moral obligations to the Mag and a Yings, I stayed.
So I was left with the choice of either a) joining in the display of madness (and aggravate the painful throb in my head) or b) continue sulking in my corner (while silently cursing my star-crossed fate).
Fried Rice (band name) made their entrance, the crowd went nuts (teachers had to control the screaming mob by relegating them back to their seats) and Rain's voice turned hoarse with shouting/screaming/shrieking.