I was about to go to my first Lollapalooza. My boyfriend, Nate, and his friends were taking me with them to see their favorite band. Nate was driving, and his friends and I were in the back of the car listening to heavy-metal rock.
“You okay back there, Chirp?” Nate always gave me the weirdest nicknames.
“Of course I am! This is gonna be fun!” I said as I tried to fit in. We had only been dating for a few months now, indefinitely I’m not even sure what kind of music is going to be at the concert. I was hoping there would be Madonna, the Chili Peppers, or maybe even the Foo Fighters!
     We parked Nate’s Mitsubishi next to a bunch of cars that had “Green Day” spray painted on the windows. Nate walked around and opened the door  for me. The then proceeded to put his hand on my shoulder and I reached up and moved his curly, dirty blonde hair out of his eyes.
“This! Is IT!” he smiled as he held me tight. His other two friends screamed “woo!” and they closed the sliding door of the car.
     We walked for about ten minutes through a field to a crowd of people in front of the stage. Everyone was wearing shirts that said “1992 Lollapalooza” with a radio catching on fire on the front.
      “C’mon, Chirp!” he grabbed my hand and pulled me through a group of people that smelled like beer and cigarettes. He didn’t have to pull me much since I was too scared to leave his side, but, of course, I wasn’t going to admit that in front of his friends. I looked around as I walked past the many people who looked like they were apart of an apocalypse.
     We rushed into the center where a bunch of people surrounding men that were ramming into each other roughly. I felt slightly scared and imagined if I was in the mosh pit. My boyfriend and his friends rushed into the crowd where I couldn’t see them anymore. Nate rushed back to me and pulled on my arm abruptly.
     “C’mon, man! It’s fun!” I shook my head and smiled at him awkwardly. He shrugged and ran back into the pit. A few minutes later he ran back out to me and held me close to him and tried reassuring me that it will be fun.
     “You’ll look like a badass! C’mon, Chirp, for me?” I gave up and sighed. “Fine,” I said as I laughed. I went in warily, which led to Nate dragged me into the middle. I immediately got shook around by everyone. I could feel bruises coming up on my shoulders as I started shouldering into people. To my surprise, I was actually having fun.
    I then heard a man in front of me “Look out!” I tried twisting away, but I couldn’t on time. The man’s elbow rammed into my jaw. I gasped as I heard my jaw crack and felt the most sering pain. I fell to the ground and tasted a mix of blood and tears. I curled up into a ball on the ground and I felt someone pulling me to my feet. I got up, slightly hunched over, crying as I held my bloody hand under my jaw. Nate’s friend dragged me out of the pit by my arm.
“Dude, we have to get you out of here. Who’s idea was it for you to go in there?”
“Nate’s!” I cried.
     He shook his head and went back in, bringing out Nate and his other friend.
     “Oh s***. Chirp, are you okay?” I glared at him and spat back:
“The  f*** do you think?!” I screamed in pain as I held my jaw. Nate backed up with his hands up and his eyes wide in shock of my reaction.
“Woah, chill… That was so cool, though!” He laughed. My boyfriend laughed when he saw blood dripping from my mouth. Nate’s friend punched his arm, hard enough for him to say “owe,” and walked in front of me, making a path to get out of the crowd.

     I sat in the car with a black bandana tied around my face and held a cold beer can against my jaw. I had stopped crying and Nate’s friend was calling my mom on my phone.
“She said she’ll be here in an hour. You want me to stay with you if Nate and Kyle decide to go?”
“No, it’s fine. I think I’ll manage.”
     The day I broke my jaw is a day I will never forget. How I did something I never would have done unless it was for the peer pressure, which I fell victim to. I regret it all.