Fifth song through and I'm sweating like crazy.
Despite the stadium being fully air-conditioned, the temperature is increased by thousands of agitated human heat sources. Hopping and shouting didn't make anything better. I've been lightly hit by waving arms at least three times in the last thirty minutes. Once, it was a placard that landed right on my head.
For the bridge of the sixth song, the guitarists have solos, Dom first, then Caleb. The girl behind me who dropped her placard squeals so loud I'm worried she wouldn't be able to talk for a few days. She's a guitarist, stan according to her placard, which reads, DOM N CALEB ROCK ME TO THE CORE. So is the whole row behind us, apparently.
A few "I love you's" and other praises were thrown as the song ends, but the loudest, most signif
