The influances of instruments

            
             While on the wild fantasy ride that your favorite.
             melody is taking you through, you feel as though you.
             are unbreakable and unbeatable. Energy is flowing.
             through your veins, lighting up your capillaries and.
             creating a tingle across your skin that seeps down.
             into your bones. The bass drum rattles your spine and.
             sends trembles through your heart and as you hear the.
             screaming guitar, your heart begins to beat faster.
             Now your legs begin to move, and your head begins to.
             steadily pick up speed until you are banging your head.
             and sprinting in tiny circles, slamming into others.
             with the same feelings and emotions you have.
             Suddenly, the whole crowd erupts with an explosive.
             force and much like a herd of locusts that will take.
             over any unprepared farmer, the crowd steadily circles.
             with fists flying and heads banging; this is passion,.
             this is music at its best.
             At one point in my life, I consider myself blind to.
             the influences and feelings of passionate music. By.
             passionate music, I don't mean some sappy love tunes.
             that you listen to while dancing with your hot date.
             Passionate music is played not with your hands or.
             feet, nor is it played with sticks or symbols; it is.
             played with your soul. Passion is well described by.
             Dane Archer in his essay "The Power of Music". Dane is.
             hit with a bug, " a fever for guitar playing."(VC.
             Voices 22) Much like Dane, I was struck with a fever.
             for music. .
             In my freshman year of high school, walking timidly.
             through the halls of my scary new school, I.
             accidentally bump into a fellow by the name of Dillon.
             Phillips. This kind sir does not look so kind. A tall,.
             green Mohawk, studded belts, bondage loops, pierced.
             ears and a leather biker jacket with steel spikes.
             driven through what seems like every possible point of.
             the torn accessory is what I see. I do not bother to.
             look beyond the frightening appearance of this.
             character, but instead I jump in fright at what is.
             seemingly coming after me. Little do I know that this.