(Part 2)

For some reason I don't really wanna follow up on this, but I promised I would.

We got there, stood in line for like, a long time...I guess. Saw Spencer and Ian or Dallon (I need to give them nicknames now) playing basketball. Zack came out. I asked Spencer how he could be wearing all black in like, 90 degree weather. He replied (or Zack did) "Huh?"
We got inside. First band started playing, I was surrounded my people that just would not stop pushing. I couldn't breathe. I got out of there, went to the back. Sat down. Fun started playing. They were good. Then it was Panic's time to come out.
People were chanting their name, then they came out. Everyone screamed and pushed forward. I stood right where I was. I stood on water bottles 'cause I was short and in the back. I couldn't really see all that well. But it was worth it. I met two guys that let me get on their backs, Ian looked at me like he was tired. I gave him the same exact look back. He laughed. Brendon told some random 19 year old that we met before the bands started playing that he loved him. I laughed.
Panic! played. They were good...setlist was somewhat like this: Ready To Go, I forget, I forget, Lying is the Most Fun, I forget, Hurricane, I forget, I forget, The Only Difference, Camisado, C'mon (With the guy from Fun), That Green Gentleman, I forget, I Write Sins Not Tragedies, Trade Mistakes, Always. Then they went back and everybody chanted "One more time," including me.
They came back out, they were planning to. They played Carry On My Wayward Son (my favorite song ever) and dedicated it to the parents, then they played Nearly Witches. Brendon was funny, and kept thanking us for coming out. I suppose it meant a lot to them.

So yeah, then we left and went home. It was fun.