Observations at a rock concert
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There was hustle and bustle outside the Entertainment Centre. People in front of me were pushing and shoving with great subtleness to get closer to the concert doors. The final night of the Ben Harper and Jack Johnson concert was light up all over the tiny streets of China town. People next to me were talking excitedly,
"All these years, and I've never seen him play live,"
"It's so close too"
"Do you think Ben Harper will play any of his old stuff? I love his old music?"
Just then, a man and a woman walked into the foyer where everyone was seated. Both were wearing black jeans with tight black t-shirts that said CONCERT ORGANIZER on the back. Starting at the front, they began to hand out little green bands that attached to your wrist, coated in patterned holograms, so they could tell if you had paid for a ticket or not. Once everyone was in single file line, we started to slowly make our way in to the concert hall.
I looked around and saw these two old guys waiting in the line...