You and Mo have been friends since highsool. And since then, you've known one thing abiut him, he fucking loves concerts. Whenever he's got a chance to see one of a band he lives, he's going. Partying. Loosing his voice. Temporarily deaf. Reciting stories for weeks about the crazy mosh pit, and the amount of people he met. And now? After all these years, he was finally taking you to one, you of all people. And well now, you were getting cold feet just standing in line.