Hahaha. Awww, man. That sucks.
My friends bailed on the Hartford, CT show, so my little sister (she’s almost 18, so 9 years younger than me) offered to go since I took her to a country concert as her Christmas gift. She dressed the part (she stole my clothes), nodded along to the first two bands, chit chatted with people, and seemed to be doing fine. Then, when the admittedly weak “Through our bleeding” chant started, she turned to me and said, “I now see why you don’t understand country concerts.” At least she got through it. I did have to buy her ice cream the next day and take her to the beach.