Playing the music you love in a different city every night. Hundreds of girls clad in your merchandise screaming at the top of their lungs when you simply walk on stage. You don't even have to have an incredible performance to receive this kind of response, and you hope no one notices. This is the life of the rising pop/rock band Metro Station. I know because I was on the other side. My name is Terry Bartley, I'm a music fan. This is my story. The story of how the one thing you love to do more then anything else in the world can become disenchanted.
About a month ago one of my friends invited me to a show at the Orlando House of Blues to see The Maine, Metro Station, Boys Like Girls and Good Charlotte. I never turn down a rock show and I've loved Good Charlotte since their self-titled debut. I also really enjoy Metro Station's recent debut and was very excited to see what they'd be like live. After saving up a little cash and packing for the over 800 mile trek from West Virginia, I was ready for this show.
For those of you who haven't been to the House of Blues, one important tip from one music fan to the other is to always show up early enough to have your a meal at the House of Blues restaurant before the show. You get early entry to the show, and if you're going to one as popular as the one I went to, you'll thank me later. The food is amazing and everyone's gotta eat, so it's kind of a no brainer.
As I stood in line, I noticed a mass of 14-year-old scene girls. At some point during the four years I've been out of high school, the once outcast emo girl has become the popular valley girl, I'm not sure when this happened, but it confuses me. With this realization, it hit me that with the exception of a few parents, my friends and I were going to be some of the oldest people there, at our ripe old age of 22. This is when I should have gotten suspicious of how this show would turn out, yet I was excitedly oblivious.