We reach the venue and pull into a parking spot. We give the massive security guy our tickets, get patted down, and then we’re into the famous punk and hardcore venue. We walk past the merch table and turn the corner and as soon as we walk through the door and down the stairs, we are hit with a wall of heat. It is a huge concrete room painted black with no windows, which would be fine if there weren't 2000 hot and sweaty kids jam packed in there. As u can assume, it gets extremely hot in there. This is pretty standard with indoor venues, for example Chain Reaction in Anaheim. We immediately plunge into the mass of people. It is the strangest feeling to have a complete stranger pressed up against you, as close as physically possible, but its totally normal to have someone close enough to sweat on you, and its just something you deal with if you want to see your favorite band. We push and shove our way to the front, literally wading our way through the mass of people, until we can't get any closer, pressed up against the barricade. I am moving through the second symptom of a concert: the “OMG they’re actually real, I think I’m going to cry” phase, having already passed through the giddy “OMGOMGOMG I’m at a concert” phase. We headbang and sing at the top of our lungs, trying to avoid getting hit by crowd surfers, thankfully we avoid the moshpit. We stay up front for the rest of the first band and most of the second one, after that we get tired of being squished against the