The screams were so loud they escaped the confines of the arena, echoing through the car park where the parents and cars waited. I braced myself for the number of bodies that would be inside as I took a breath and entered the arena. A sour smell hit my nose, so pungent, I had to stop myself from gagging as the woman directed me to the room the stench was pouring from. I was immediately greeted with a sea of young girls dancing and screaming. The sour smell- that I now knew to be sweat- was getting stronger as I walked through the crowd, attempting to find a spot.

Just as I found my spot, I was overtaken with darkness.

I had made it inside just in time for the concert to begin. A hard sound burst through the arena, making me jolt in surprise. Lights flashed and I was immediately shoved in all directions, struggling to keep upright. The shrill sounds of screams pierced my ears, and I was left with no choice but to join them in their howling. Elliot was on stage now, singing his enthralling love ballad 'heartless'. The howling turned into wailing as Elliot floated across the stage gracefully, as though his feet weren't touching the ground at all. I felt a tear drip down my face as I watched him, mesmerised. The feral atmosphere had dissipated when he came on stage, singing the slow tune. The crowd became one with the music, swaying as they cried. I had been waiting for this day for eight months now and it was already everything I hoped it would be. My earlier anxieties were long gone, and I remembered why I came here in the first place- the music. I couldn't tear my eyes off the man on stage, and I found myself roaring the lyrics as he switched to a more up-tempo song. I shoved forward. I couldn't explain why but I needed to be near him.

It seemed that the longer the concert went on, the more lost in the music me- and the crowd- became. Nobody danced or laughed with their friends anymore, everybody's eyes were on stage, hoping Elliot's eyes might catch a glimpse of them. There were rumours. Rumours that Elliot would bring a lucky few fans backstage after a show for a meet and greet. Rumours that he would choose the most passionate fans in the crowd for the honour. This was perhaps the only explanation I had for the behaviour of the crowd, one minute we were sobbing, the next screaming and shoving. It was as though we were mimicking the emotions of the songs, hoping to be deemed the most passionate fan and get to meet our idol.

Note: this is a very rough beginning of a short story I'm working on that I feel fits this prompt. I'd really appreciate some feedback even if it is harsh !! They're may be some grammar and spelling mistakes as I had to copy this up from my laptop. This definitely needs a lot of work but please let me know if you think it's a good start or not !!!