The Rolling Stones mean the world to me. They hold a very special place in my heart. I grew up listening to them with my dad. They are his favourite band, they’re my favourite band. When I was in 6th year my dad told me I could either go to my debs or I could go to London to see The Rolling Stones play Hyde Park. I think you can guess which one I picked.
I’ll never forget that day in July 2013. My dad and I got up in the middle of the night and flew to London, my first time in a city that would soon steal my heart. It was one of the hottest days of the year, the grass was burnt and orange and I cried with happiness when Mick, Keith, Charlie and Ronnie came out on stage. It was one of the best days of my life. I was only eighteen but I’ll always remember it.
Last weekend I did the same thing, I got up in the middle of the night, this time not only with my dad but with my mum and my boyfriend and we flew to Amsterdam. With the same mission ahead of us, to see The Rolling Stones. I had been to Amsterdam the year before with my boyfriend and we seen Elton John. We joked saying that Amsterdam was our city of music.
On Saturday we seen The Rolling Stones perform. They were every bit as perfect as the first time I had seen them. Of course they were! They’ve been on the go for more than 50 years! There was no doubt they were going to be unreal.
The Rolling Stones mean the world to me. I’ve grown up with their music by my side. They helped me discover who I was when I had no clue. They were there for me, always just a click of an iPod away. Words cannot describe how much they mean to me. My words cannot do them justice.
I know, it’s only rock and roll but I like it.