You like that song by that band you randomly came across on Spotify. They happen to be from the same city as your favorite Brit Pop band .
You follow the band on twitter, you tweet them about how much you love their music. You make your way through all their songs over and over again.
You know most of the words now.
You see that they have a show in your city and you squeal with excitement. You’ve been into this band for almost 6 months and getting to see them live is what you’ve been waiting for.
The cost of the gig is like £8, so cheap you book your ticket the day they go on sale.
The night has finally arrived and you’re at home pulling out the contents of your wardrobe. You need something that says, ‘I think you guys are so great and I love your music’ but at the same time is subtle and sophisticated.
You spend a few hours in a dimmed basement room with a drink in hand shouting along as the band performs their set. You manage to get front and centre, how else could you express to the band how much of a fan you are?
You jump, sing and shimmy the night away until suddenly they’ve reached their last song. The crowd is going wild, you’re glad to be apart of it. So carried away by the music that you become one of those people that clambers onto the stage. Theirs about 15 of you up their happy and smiling, there’s no doubt that this music means something to you.
And then the final song is over.
You’re buzzing full of energy and you’re sweaty but you don’t care.
You can’t wait to do it all again.