People smell,
and push you out of the way.
Yet you still dress up like a rebel,
impatient for this upcoming day.

VIP and front row seats,
it is a simple dream of mine.
That and to meet the star[s],
and even get to cut in the long line.

I eat the food they have,
even though it will make me sick.
I sneak in a bottle or two of beer,
and wait for that clock to tick.

The show begins,
and the lights bow then first.
They brought you the show,
as you still hunger and thirst.

When the star[s] come in,
good luck finding a bathroom.
You'll have to dance your way out,
just to squeeze in and make some room.

The music starts,
and you'll be screaming your guts out,
not to mention the giant boom boxes,
and every jumping up and down.

The crowd will be cheering,
as well as tearing.
As the star[s] will be singing,
And your heart will be beating.

You'll be sweating like a dog,
and dance with complete strangers.
You'll even end up hooking up with a weirdo,
or maybe even your next door neighbor.

But the best thing you could do,
is invite your friend or girl/boyfriend.
They'll stick with you and watch out for you,
from the beginning of the show towards the end.

And then,
when it's over.
You might be deaf,
or hungover.

But one thing was for sure,
on what a wild night it was...

I love a good


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