My First and Last Experience in a Mosh Pit

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My First and Last Experience in a Mosh Pit

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It is often said that you do not know if you will like something until you try it, but what I learned last night is that mosh pits are not for me.

After arriving at four in the afternoon, I stood outside in the cold for three hours, I was finally let inside the building, just to stand for another two hours before the concert even started. I had attained my goal of getting to the front row, but that came with the cost of not having access to water, food, or a bathroom for a total of eight hours.

As the first act, Sheck Wes, came on the stage, my excitement began to grow. That excitement was immediately crushed when I was pushed around and stepped on for the whole act. The crowd was pushing so hard that every time the crowd jumped I would be lifted off of my feet. I am five-foot eight, almost six feet with heels, so the fact that teenagers who were significantly shorter than me were raising me into the air was ridiculous. Relief washed over me when Sheck Wes exited the stage, but I knew that the worst of it was yet to come.

I asked this couple next to me if it got worse than what I had just seen, they said that it gets tremendously worse. As the crowd in the mosh pit grew bigger, my dehydration due to the heat and lack of water was becoming overwhelming. Right before Travis Scott came on the stage, my body could no longer handle the extensive heat and lack of space in the crowd and I passed out.

I was taken out of the mosh pit and put into a chair right behind it, given a small bottle of water, and then sent right back into the pit. It was in that moment in the chair that I realized paying the amount of money that I did for this concert was not worth it. I would have rather had access to water and food than be standing for eight hours unable to move. My sister had also convinced me that I needed to wear heels so that I could see over the crowd, which was one of the biggest mistakes that I had ever made.

By the end of the night my feet were throbbing and every step I took made my feet feel like they were on fire. Travis Scott’s performance itself was amazing, but the experience leading up to it was not worth it to me. If I had bought seats in one of the closer sections, I could have avoided the long line and hours of standing. Not only that, but I could have had food and water at my disposal. Overall I learned my lesson that crowds full of crazy teenagers jumping onto each other is not for me. It takes a certain type of strength to do something like that. For those planning to take the risk of entering a mosh pit in the future, my biggest recommendation is to begin hydrating days in advance.

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