The crowd is chanting, and we can feel the sound vibrations through the floor, eventually moving up our whole body. The lights flicker in unpredictable patterns that start to get more rapid, then suddenly drops to complete darkness. Then boom… the spotlight breaks the stage, and there they are: the artist we drove five hours to see for a whole 30-minute set. But boy, was it worth it. We cannot wipe the excitement off our faces, the smile mirrored on each of our friends’ faces too.

And just as we’re about to break out into simultaneous harmony with the main act… it happens. The moment we dreaded but prayed would never come. A six-foot-five man cuts in front of us (which we already did to the whole crowd, but we’re not six feet tall!) and there it goes.

Vision access: blocked and denied.

So instead of getting the perfect view of the girl who has sat on a poster in our bedroom since we were 13 years old (fine, you guessed it…it’s Miley Cyrus), we’re forced to stare at the sweat-stained T-shirt of a man we don’t know, while he gets every single word terribly wrong, making the whole situation even worse. «We did not just get cut off by a fake fan.»

Then the show ends, and we’re left feeling utterly defeated. In case you were wondering… that was so not worth the five-hour drive.