Personal Narrative: The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Imagine waiting hours for one of the best bands in the entire world. Waiting hours on end to get kicked out of the line for front row to The Red Hot Chili Peppers. Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Josh Klinghoffer and fucking Flea. It’s the seventh of June and we are at Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival in Manchester, Tennessee. I had planned for months and months ahead of time to wait in line all day to get in the pit or the “very front row area” for the concert. This was my first attempt to be in the front row for any concert. I just finished reading “Scar Tissue” by Anthony Kiedis and have the hugest crush on him. I remember searching up that people would wait as soon as the Bonnaroo doors would open just to be in the pit for the headliners and that was exactly what I was planning on doing because I had watched videos and their concerts looked so fun at the front.
My friend Wendy and are 100% sure we missed them. I tell Wendy my plans “I plan to be at Chili Peppers around eleven in the morning.” But, Wendy convince me to wait until three because she doesn't think people will be in the line but, instead will go see another band we love, Cage The Elephant. “I have to go see them, imagine how many people will be at cage and how lit it will be. We weren't even that close to Cage for the first concert.” “that’s pretty funny because I am the one who paid more than two hundred dollars to get the closest seats for us.” Yet, she still is trouble deciding whether to go to Cage or Chili Peppers. “But it's the RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS YOU CAN'T MISS THEM FOR CAGE IT JUST DOES NOT MAKE SENSE.” We had seen Cage in concert the year before and I don't understand how she could even decide between the two. We will never have an opportunity like this to be so close to the Red Hot Chili Peppers without having to pay $1000 for one