I know it's long, but please read.
This is what happened to us at the @queensofthestoneage concert, yesterday at @madcoolfestival
We tried to enter the VIP area and we obviously couldn't. But they told us we could wait outside and if, once the concert had started and if there were enough room, they would let us in.
So we queued (third in line), chatting amiably with the rest of the people waiting, and with the blue vest queue keepers. We waited patient and respectfully for one hour and a half.
The blue vests kept doing their job, filtering the vips and no vips.
The concert starts, the VIPs kept coming and there was plenty of room inside. One song, two, and we start to get restless.
The concert was in process so we were like sardines in a can, singing and cheering.
The head blue vest girl looked at us, knowing what she had promised, but not sure if it could be done.
It was not her fault. It was not her decision.
The decision was up to two daddy's boys who were looking at us as if thinking "what's with the rabble?"
Imagine the setting. A fixed metallic structure delimiting the vip area, with gates to limit the access.
And some plastic fences making a corridor behind which we waited.
We are already on the sixth song and the people at the end of the corridor got fed up and shot the fences to hell, creating a huge crowd desperately pushing against the metal barrier.
The blue vests didn't know what to do. Daddy's boys ignored us. Security staff took positions.
Please, open up. This is going to turn out really bad. One security confronted us. "Are you VIP? Are you?"
We are here becauae you told us you would let us in.
"D'you know who decides this? The artist!"
Right after that, during No One Knows, Josh Homme realized the situation and addressed the Security staff: "Security! Let them in!"
They didn't let us in. They didn't listen. They didn't understand him either.
People started jumping the fence. I cannot face that. If they opened, I would run as fast as I could. But I cannot jump a fence. I got nervous for the first time.
My husband hugged me from behind. "Out?" Out. So he grabbed me and we started running backwards.
We were out of the crowd.
They didn't open.