nice photos of the performances with dramatic lights in the background! - fun). But after 3 sets of sheer rock bliss, I felt out of place. I simply didn't belong there. It was 10 in the evening, night was relatively young. Basty of Wolfgang was creating havoc, sending the crowd to music cloud 9 (if there's such a thing), thanking the audience for being great. Apparently, I wasn't part of the audience he was grateful of. And it hit me. Everyone in the crowd knew his music, each one around me was singing with him. And I was just standing there like a lost little kid. Except for the opening number (Beatle's Come Together), his songs were alien to me.
None of them asked me what the hell I was doing inside the tent when I should be partying with them. Who knew, they must have decided to sweep it under the rug to avoid any awkward confrontation. In any case, I was thankful because I didn't have any valid answer other than the fact that I was dead tired. I'm pretty sure that one of them thought I was a complete buzzkill. I felt like I was.
Another thing that strengthened my resolve to leave was when a bemused, young pretty girl sitting on the ground shot me a disdainful look after I unintentionally sent sands flying over her. Wolfgang had just finished their set for the night and I was contemplating on whether I should go out to get some fresh air when a bug crawled on my foot - understandably I panicked, stomped my feet quizzically, and danced around, just to get rid of the silly thing. I profusely apologized but the look of contempt was still apparent on her (cute) face. Before she could think of a way to get even to me, I beetled off.