As a rule, I hate going to general admission concerts, there’s nothing worse than getting sandwiched between some drunk who is screaming the lyrics to your favorite song and someone checking their Instagram every 5 minutes. So I had nothing but low expectations when I went to see my favorite band play when they came into town. My friends flaked so I was flying solo. I got there early and staked out some space close to the stage, sitting through a mediocre at best opening act. I was nice and toasty from some bourbon by the time the headliner came on. The lights dropped and right as the first song started, an attractive female squeezed through the crowd behind me.
I could see her in my periphery, shorter than me by half a foot. She was trying to get a better sight line by squeezing to my left then my right. I caught a glimpse of a head of her dark hair and soulful brown eyes. She was dressed in a loose black sweater and a short black skirt.
I turned her and said, “Slide on in front of me, otherwise all you are going to see is my back.”