The waiting is part of the contract. It’s a shared, sweaty limbo. You look around at strangers and know you all paid good money to stand in a dark room wondering if a Gallagher will throw a tambourine.
So, chat with the person next to you. Buy an overpriced t-shirt. Laugh at the guy vaping a cloud the size of a small car. The start time is a myth.
The real concert starts the moment you stop asking “what time?” and start feeling the electric anticipation. That’s the Oasis way. Be ready for 9:00 PM, but expect a miracle at 9:17 PM.
