"Hey Faith, wanna go to a concert?"

And like I always do, I made a fairly impulsive decision. So just like that, I had signed up to go to a Panic! At the Disco concert in Pittsburg with two close friends, an acquaintance, and a stranger.

Going into this, I knew two Panic! At the Disco songs, so I took to educating myself thoroughly. I listened to nothing but them for about two straight days; I fell in love. Song after poetic song with musical differences from "Folkin' Around" to "Death of a Bachelor." It is safe to say that they quickly became my new obsession. But even then, I did not know how much I would enjoy this concert. I had never been to more than Christian and Alan Jackson concerts with my Chruch and Mama. Now, that is not to say I did not have fun at those concerts. When I was a youth at church, those David Crowder concerts were the times of my life. And going to see Alan Jackson with my family made me literally cry tears of joy. But this was a concert with a completely different musical style with my friends. It was just a whole new ballgame, one that I was unsure about.

So we get there. The five of us pull into Pittsburg and there, have our adventure. We walk up to Pitt and into the stands we walk. Right into the nosebleed. We are college students after all. And let me tell you a secret. I was terrified. We walked up and I looked down. Man those seats were high, and wow were those bleachers slanted. A mild fear of heights turned rough when it combined with my fear of log flumes and down escalators. (It is the downward incline that freaks me out. All I can do it just imagine me tumbling over and over myself to my death). So while we walked to our seats and through the first opening band I white knuckled the seats and bounced my leg furiously. By the time the second band came out, my leg had stopped shaking, but I was still scared. And then Panic! At the Disco came out. The first song in - I was pumped.

As the night went on, I calmed down more and more. And then I turned to become more and more excited. I knew the songs. I was with my friends (who I had road tripped with for five hours). We were singing. And then, we were dancing. It happened all at once; they started to play Hallelujah and I was overcome with the urges I always have to dance to that song. So I was up. They were up. We were jumping up and down in the nosebleeds. And we did not sit back down.

And then there was this. Not only was I connected to the five people I knew in the auditorium, I was connected to every other person in there. Because of music. Because of Panic! At the Disco. This was something I knew. I knew music connected people. I knew it was a universal language. But I had never felt it to such magnitude. It was amazing. I screamed and I cried and I jumped and I felt from the bottom of my heart.

Then it was over. The music ended. The band left the stage. The lights came up. And it was just me, my friends, and the rest of the world. I started walking down the steps, my friends behind me, Gaelen with a smirk on his face,

"Faith, watch your step."

But the thing was, I was not afraid anymore.