The two of you had been planning this concert for weeks. What you'd do before (get food, it was always overpriced at concert venues), what you'd wear (collared shirts under leather jackets with comfy jeans), and what you'd do after (probably have some drinks back at your place, watch a movie, and inevitably crash on the couch halfway through).

You'd only managed to get nosebleed seats, since all the better ones had been sold out before you got to buy yours, but you were still over-the-moon excited. Bowie was one of your favorite artists! How could you not be?

You rushed into the stadium together, chattering away, and carefully pushed through the crowd to get to your seats, hopped up on excitement and quite possibly enough sugar to take out one of the smaller big cats. Maybe a panther. You bounced together in your seats, uncaring of any attention you might have been drawing, and then, right on time, there he was. The stadium erupted in cheers, and by god, the wait had been worth it.