Twice in one week is pretty spoiled. And second row is spoiled. But you have to get close enough so that you can pocket some of their Soul Glow. Hanna and I were surrounded by 19 year old boys and two pairs of sisters apart from us, and none had seen the AF before. There was a six foot drunk in the mix too, but it was an otherwise innocent front row. It is my choice to perceive that the boys were teary towards the end, but they were objectively emanating lots of rock-flavored awe and joy.
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