by Justine
The arena was packed to capacity. Young and old, everyone was there. My brother and I sat together in the right section of the arena, me in my darker-than-normal eyeliner, (p)leather jacket and with a bottle of coke in hand (as always), and my brother as expressionless as ever. The stage was bathed in a purplish glow with the Queen logo printed on the sheet that was hiding the stage from view.
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| Our view of the stage! |
Despite being quite high up in the stands, the view was something (although I could have done without the speakers blocking some of the screen). With a crowd of uh...older...people who possibly haven't been to a concert since the 80s, there was some unrest at around 8pm when the band was supposed to grace the stage. They clearly aren't used to the waiting game artists like to play with us. We even had a delightful older gentleman (who was probably drunk before he got there) who began to shout very loudly "WHY ARE WE WAITING?"...stay tuned, this guy becomes important later.
