I never thought I would have enlightenment in an emo concert when my body was constantly pushed to the back of the crowd by people moshing, my face wet because someone in front of me accidentally spilled her drinks when putting her hands up, my voice hoarse from singing loudly. — But it did happen in December 2021. I was watching Taking Back Sunday, my favorite band in middle school, for the first time, alone in New Jersey. Of course, I expected it to be one hell of an experience. After all, I had been waiting for a chance to…