Last Sunday, I had the pleasure to attend the 1975’s concert. The lack of urgency to get there as early as possible took a great turnaround, as we did not expect the queue to be as gigantic as it was, with people looking like ants waiting for some kind of signal, one behind the other. Despite being amidst a crowd of screaming leather-wearing fan-girls, queuing with my friends was more enjoyable than suspected, as we got to catch up and talk about how excited we were to see the band perform.
As the 7pm mark came, the queue suddenly transformed itself into an outrageous mob, pushing and shoving to get as close to the doors as possible (as if the doors had more charisma than the actual band members). It felt like they were vacuuming everyone in as the frantic scanning of tickets could be heard more clearly and we finally approached the doors of the venue, the Ancienne Belgique.
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| (Rachael Wright) |