Sometimes you just need a good kick to the head

I'm in desperate need of a good pit right now. Don't get me wrong, the crowd at the Air Traffic show in September was amazing, and so is the potential for every night out to turn into a dance party, but sometimes rhythmic jumping/clapping and/or bouncing around to electro-pop just isn't enough. Sometimes I just want to get pushed around, to push other people around, to lend an arm to help someone off of the floor, to tap the guy next to me to ask if he'll lift me up to crowd surf, and in the optimal case that I will never forget, to get thrown up onto the stage with the boys of Underoath, and to stage dive right next to Spencer screaming into his microphone. I miss that moment where an epic chorus or verse kicks in and the crowd sings so loud that all you can hear is one giant flood of gang vocals (and all you can see is a mass of people with their heads up and hands in the air - almost as if they're reaching out to hold onto something that isn't even really there…for me, it's that feeling where everything just seems to fall in place and an unforgettable bond between the band, fans, and music is forged). There is just something so beautiful about being in a room of complete strangers, and feeling like in those few hours nothing else matters, because all of you are sharing the same emotions, adrenaline, and love for music. At the end of the night, it doesn't matter that you have everyone's sweat glued to your skin, or that your chucks are completely wrecked (again), or that you have a giant bump on your head because it's all worth it for that feeling of electricity running through your veins. When a decent band rolls through London, best believe I'll be ready and counting the days until I can walk out of a venue with ringing ears, maybe a few bruises, and a giant smile on my face.