You were sitting in one of the few benches in front of the stage. The room was cold and slightly dark. All the people sitting next to you look either like people who look like idiots or people who sneaked in without paying a fee. Suddenly, you hear some drumsticks heat each others in a rhythmic motion. You hear a girl practically screaming into the microphone.

1-2-3! WE ARE SEX BOB-OMB!!

Suddenly lights light up and almost leave you fucking blind and with epilepsy and Kim Pine, along with her bandmates start playing their indie music really loudly. The speakers are so loud, you see the bench vibrating and a fat guy's fat moving with the vibration.