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Music Madness

October 31st, 2016

A post on Halloween would thought to center around what costume I wore or what parties I attended but instead I spent my weekend in concert madness.

This weekend was homecoming for my university which meant football, basketball, a MercyMe concert and then I had the opportunity to go see Needtobreathe last night in Chicago.

Keep in mind that Needtobreathe is one of my favorite bands almost ever and to be in standing room only like four to five rows from the stage was a bucket list check for me.

To be in a room full of people who are totally different but all screaming lyrics at the top of their lungs is an indescribable experience. That was the icing on the cake of my weekend though because Friday and Saturday were great as well.

Friday was rough because our football game was awful but our halftime show was pretty flawless. While I was salty about life, I realized how many people in my band I love so much. Then half-price apps at Applebee's turned my night around. Sometimes those late night conversations are when you grow closest to people and I learned that around a table full of appetizers.

A late night Friday turned into a full day Saturday with basketball and MercyMe. However, the best part of MercyMe was the opening bands for me. I was able to meet Zealand Worship and Citizenway. These two bands make up a vast majority of my Spotify along with Needtobreathe.

This weekend was a music madness but also incredible. While my voice is almost gone, I feel like a trashcan from not sleeping a lot, I wouldn't trade this weekend for anything in the world. I had the chance to bond with some really great people!

Have you experienced music madness?

xoxo,
Em

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