Concerts are a reason to live. You spend months preparing for an event that last usually last no more than four hours. But, in those few short hours, you can escape the world.

In line, clutching your ticket in your hand with your best friend, sibling, or significant other by your side you relive every memory associated with the band or singer you're about to see. You recall how you danced to them at your high school formal, cried when you heard a new album was FINALLY being released, and blasted that same album on repeat in your car for two months straight after it was released.

Then, the line starts to move and you get that ticket ripped or scanned and boom, you’re in. You rush to the front and try to get as close to the stage as you can. Then, you wait for (what could be hours) the concert to begin. You mention all those memories you were thinking about in line to your partner. You take pictures of the backdrop on the stage and all of their instruments waiting to be played.

Finally, the lights turn on and loud cheering begins. The band, or singer, you’ve been waiting to see is finally right there in front of your eyes. It isn’t just a dream. They say, “Thank you 'insert city name here,'” as they did on every stop of the tour. They begin playing either an old hit from their debut album or their newest track released a week ago. Then, a mixture of screaming, crying and dancing ensues.

If you want to feel alive, if only for a few hours, I suggest going to a concert. You’ll be surrounded by people who understand why you're so "obsessed" with that band or person.

Dave Grohl is quoted to have said, “That’s one of the great things about music. You can sing a song to 85,000 people and they’ll sing it back for 85,000 different reasons.”