So, I finally got to see my favourite band last night. My friend drove four hours there and four hours back, but it was worth it.
The only unfortunate thing was that it was an all ages show. That meant thirteen year old girls who don’t know what going to a rock concert is about. It’s not like there weren’t seated sections available. But no, these thirteen year old girls who don’t know the first thing about rocking out at a concert decided to buy floor so they could be closer to “their band” [insert high pitched squeal].
So, the band starts playing, people start rocking, people in the back are wedging their way in. I don’t like it so I start pushing back, then the people from my side push, and whoo hoo, the moshing has started!! Moshing at a concert is the best part of it. Unfortunately the girl standing next to me didn’t understand what it was and kept looking at me and saying “What the hell?!?!” Pffff. As if I was going to pay attention to her. Then, when it got a little rougher, she said to me “Can you please stop pushing.” But by this point, it’s not just ME who’s pushing, it’s everyone and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it but enjoy it.
Now, moshing isn’t for everyone, just the ones who can stand it. But next time, you fucking thirteen year old teeny bopper, if you don’t want to mosh, buy a fucking seated ticket.
P.S. Best. Concert. Ever