The music is loud, the atmosphere is magnificent. After 4 hours of queuing, you managed to get the front row seats, right under the stage. You dance, you sing, and you manage to exchange a few glances. From a few glances you soon progress to having more seconds of eye contact. At a certain point you decide to ask your friend to take a picture of you with the stage behind you, and Ross at that moment, while singing, lowers behind you.