“She’s an artis- woah, hold on, can we get a medic right here up front?” Wilbur says into the microphone, pointing down at you as your friends held you up. “Can everyone form a line so security can get through, please?” He asks the crowd as they start to make a path for the medic and security. Wilbur watched as a medic and a couple security guards ran through to you, giving you some water and a snack before checking your pulse.