Sounds of shattering glass, crashes, fans screaming, sirens and police commands. It was certainly the most frightening night of my life.
When I heard the deejay on hip-hop radio station 92.3 announce a free Drake and Hanson concert at the South Street Seaport in NYC, I immediately started planning what I thought would be a fantastic night full of music and free fun. Since I found out about this concert literally the day before the event, almost none of my friends could make it. I arranged to meet my sister and brother and our friend Tom at the concert; however, I arrived much earlier than they did. While I was waiting, I tried moving up in the crowd—which was impossible because the whole venue was mobbed. They had expected around 10,000 people to attend the concert. Well, somebody miscalculated, because there were more than 25,000 people there.
After a half hour of trying to find a view of the stage, my sister, brother and Tom finally arrived. The four of us eventually made our way up to a balcony where it seemed like we could get a glimpse of the concert. This all occurred in the span of a few hours. Then, I started hearing the audience screaming, “OHHH!” Everyone tried as hard as they could to see what was causing such a ruckus. Being short, I couldn’t see a thing. I climbed onto the stair railing with the help of Tom and my brother. When I stood up tall, I could see the thousands of people below getting restless and impatient. Drake and Hanson were not being permitted by the NYPD to get on stage because of the overcrowded conditions, so the Drake fans started physically fighting with the Hanson fans and the rest of the audience was getting excited about the action.
While I was standing on the railing, I saw people starting to throw flowers from flower pots and water bottles down at the people fighting. This started the riot. Immediately when I saw it starting to erupt I screamed, “Get me down NOW!” Everyone on the balcony tried to find cover. The next thing we knew, big glass bottles of alcohol were flying above our heads smashing the windows right next to us. Metal chairs, tables, whatever people could find were being thrown. All I could do was cover myself and my sister’s head underneath an umbrella. We were terrified of being hurt. My brother was incredibly close to being hit with a bottle, but thankfully a woman pulled him under the umbrella and covered him.
The next thing I knew, five or six police officers came running up to the balcony commanding everyone to get off. Holding hands, all four of us got off as fast as we could. Looking behind us, we saw a couple men being difficult—I wonder if they were the ones to be arrested for “obstructing police” and throwing a bottle? Seven people were injured that night—two with major head injuries. When we got home that night many of our friends had already seen the news about the concert. Everyone wanted to know that we were safe.
The next morning we found an article on the Daily News website with a picture of US included! I could not believe that out of the 25,000 people to attend this concert, the site happened to choose a picture of us for its article. The whole thing was insane and didn’t feel real at all. I had never experienced anything like this before in my life, and I hope I never do again. Next free concert I hear about, I will carefully think about what to expect and whether it is worth attending.



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