A metaphor...

I had this assignment in my english 1 class at the beginning of the semester so I decided since it's a metaphor for my writing process it was worthy enough to be put up here.

Out of all the things I can say I have done in 19 years of life, writing is by far the most interesting. I’ve written poetry, attempted novel ideas, and novellas but I have never actually managed to pull one off, yet. I think this can be attributed to the metaphor which I feel strongly relates to my writing. That is: my writing is like going to a rock concert, knowing you have friends there and attempting to find them; where the rock concert is the mind putting together and imagining the literary piece and the friends/people are solid pieces/ideas of your work.
Consider this; you have just gotten into your car sitting outside your house. Anticipation thrusts your adrenalin into high gear and all you can think is “I’M GOING TO THE SHOW!” Soon after, you’re zooming down the highway too fast to take in all the scenery (where your mind is while writing) and you’re dead set on that concert hall. Anything that may have been important or pending on your mind previously has vanished and all you feel is your heart pounding out the mental note: hurry up!
Once you finally arrive, joy punches you in the chest as you watch the door man tear your ticket, you now set out to find your friends. Attempting to call them on your cell phone, yet you have no reception, which is aggravating because you’re probably less than 500 feet from their current location.
Venturing forth you set out to find them by shear force. Entering the concert hall itself, the vast arena set up in such a fashion it seems more plausible to commit suicide with a dogs chew toy than find anyone specific in here, yet you continue on. Looking around almost frantically, all the faces that seem like moving déjà vu, you check your phone for the time and signal, no signal but you’re sent into a semi-calm, because even though you don’t have any of your friends with you… Music will be playing soon!
The first band gets up on stage, and the crowd rises. Watching in a state of aw, the entire crowd looks on in a sort of trance. Snapping from your hypnosis you realize your gut is fluttering faster than a humming-bird. You want to experience the music and the show, but what good is it if you can’t do it with someone you know experiencing the same thing you are? The first chord of the first song of the first band resonates throughout the arena and you realize... No, you KNOW chaos is only moments away from being unleashed.
As the insanity released from thousands of people(or ideas) rushes towards you, you still feel alone; it’s time to find some friends. After shoving your way through the hordes of all sized people, dirty looks and attempted instigation aside, you manage to find one! Your entire body feeling revitalized and full once again. Moments after exchanging salutations you feel a hand on your shirt pulling you back. As you reach out for your friend, who has just turned around to look at the stage, you are flung into the middle of a mosh-pit.
Brutality and violence are apparent in the swarm of angsty teens and adults alike, all feeling the power of the music. Fists fly, boots are slammed, shoulder to shoulder battles raging amongst the rampant crowd. That won’t stop you, you will not let it. Pressing on, making your own path with your own brutality, you manage to push straight into another mosh. FUCK! Is all that enters your mind. Now you’re friendless again, exhausted and stuck with a bunch of people who look like unarmored Vikings.
Forcefully boosting your own physical strength up, yet again, you see the task ahead. Destroying a wall of what might as well be called 8 foot men, you manage to get out of the thick crowd. Quickly reaching for your cell phone, as you never know when you may be snatched back in, you check… RECEPTION! You quickly hit redial and wait with intense anticipation. Ring…………….. Ring…………….. The familiar “click” of the phone being picked up is heard but thereafter you only hear the same thing your other ear hears, but now is sounds like a mechanized torture chamber… Delightful.
You sigh as you feel hopelessness begin to grip your insides. Looking up towards the stage you catch a glimpse of what seems to be a friend you were unaware would be at this concert. Following the back of their head through the less-violent crows your anticipation grows more and more. “That’s got to be them!” You say just before reaching out to their shoulder. Turning around to see you, they present their visage. You can’t think of anything aside from the relief you feel, seeing the face of someone you know, even if you hasn’t thought they would listen to this kind of music(or that that idea belonged in a literary work like this one).
Then the headline band takes the stage. This is the moment almost everyone in the entire building is waiting for “Are you ready to rock?” Echoes out over the field of people. Nothing but the roar of joy is heard, and in the moment just before their first song rings out, the friends you had been looking for arrive at your sides. “We’ve been looking all over for you!” Is called out loud enough to plaster an uncontrollable smile on your face… Accomplishment.