Suffering from Post-Concert Depression

Column by Gisselle HernandezAssistant Features Editor

I can’t have the best night of my life happen and not write about it in my column this week.

I’ve always heard of people saying there’s a moment in your life where you simultaneously feel completely at peace and bursting with energy that makes you want to just pause and stay in that moment forever.

On Monday night, Tyler Joseph’s voice made me understand what those people meant.

I have been a Twenty One Pilots fan for about three years now and, like any other fan, I have always dreamed of seeing Tyler Joseph, lead singer, and Joshua Dun, drummer, live.

When the Nashville tickets went on sale over the summer, I impulsively bought two without knowing how I was going to get there.

Eventually, I made sure I found a way.

I’ve met people who have been to more than 16 concerts, met the band members seven times and who have basically toured America, trailing their every move.

While that’s a nice yet seemingly far-fetched dream for a fan who is a broke college student, I think the first time is always the one you’ll remember the most.

The ground vibrating under your feet as you all rhythmically jump to “Holding On To You,” the chill in your bones when 2,362 voices sing in unison to “Goner” and, of course, the moment when you realize you are actually seeing them in the flesh are reasons that made the show memorable.

As someone who grew up in a Third World country, actually seeing the people who inspired you to stay alive with the strum of a ukulele or the beat of a drum seemed near impossible.

As if the show weren’t enough (is it ever?), I waited three hours with 25 other people on wet pavement to meet the men who have caused 2,362 kids to believe in themselves.

Although we waited in vain, life long friendships were made.

A bunch of young adults covered in body paint waiting seven hours ahead of time at the venue somehow still find the energy to stay back after the two-hour show and wait hours in some weird alley. They do all of this for a chance to meet a couple of dorky guys from Columbus, Ohio, which, to an outsider, may seem to be just a tad too much.

However, the 25 people, whose hearts soared when Tyler leapt into the crowd to sing “Car Radio,” said they would do it all over again.

Like me, it was the first concert ever for a lot of people, but I realized that there was a reason others  kept coming back for the 17th time.

Tyler and Josh not only believed in all of us “broken people,” but we believed in them too.