Mariah wasn’t sure which was worse, the crowd or the steady thunder of noise. Her desire to fit in overruled her common sense in accepting the invitation to a has-been rock artist whom she wasn’t even familiar. Pushing her way through the crowd, she tried to keep her eyes on Travis’s towering head. If she lost these guys, she would never find her way back to the car or their campsite.
“Smell that?” Ryan asked over her shoulder. “Bet a sweet innocent girl like you doesn’t even recognize the smell of weed.”
What have I gotten myself into? Is this the group I really want to impress? Mariah nodded, trying not to inhale. “Travis is getting a ways ahead of us, we need to catch up.”
For the next few hours, Mariah sat with her new friends and listened to amplified drums, guitars and screaming lyrics. She only knew one or two songs, but she could barely recognize them through the pounding noise and obnoxious fans. Conversation was difficult, if not impossible. Many of the people around them were drunk and getting drunker. Mariah was glad that no one in their group had brought any alcohol.
“Let’s wait here for a while until the crowd thins out.” Travis suggested as the band wrapped up their final song. “It will be less crowded both walking to the car and getting out of the lot.”
“Mariah, do you want some chips?” Tonia held out a bag of Dorito’s. “I don’t know about you, but I can hardly hear anything after that concert. Can you believe how loud some of the drunks got?”
“Yeah, I almost told that one guy to get lost. Until I sat down between you and them, I thought he was going to hurt one of you girls.” Ryan stood protectively between the drunk group next to them and Tonia and Mariah.
Once the crowd thinned, Travis led the four of them back to his car and they drove to their campsite in the state park a few miles away. Before the concert they had set up their tents and prepared for a campfire. Within minutes they were enjoying a fire.
“The guys went to their tent an hour ago. Are you coming to bed or not?” Tonia’s question was barely audible above the crickets, frogs and waves.
“I’ll be there in a little bit. This is my kind of music.”
You described well the sensations of being bombarded by the cacaphony that passes for "music" in some circles. The last line of your story is a peaceful contrast, as the narrator enjoys the music of God's creation.