“THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING MAN!” I shout to my friend, knowing that the powerful bass is over powering my every word. The bass shakes the floor as vocals from Phil Bozeman of Whitechapel erupt from the speakers. Everyone’s head is swinging back and forth and it’s an ocean of fists in the sky. I’m holding onto the guardrail as I feel it rock from the force of the crowd. Bodies flying over head surfing to the front on this ocean of people. Everyone pumped and sweaty screaming the lyrics they hold so closely to them. The sun is beating down on every one of us and inside me I feel such a euphoric feeling. The second the set was about to end Whitechapel announces they’ll have a signing at the end of their show. In that moment me and my friends locked eyes and knew what we had to do. We flung our bodies towards their merch tent. We managed to get through the wall of people and got to be the first few to meet them. I purchased a shirt earlier that day, and it came with a poster. Which I had the band sign later that day. My friends and I have never been more thrilled in our lives. Pumped, sweaty, and ready to die.