I had never heard of Mild Orange before I accepted this assignment. I had never shot at The Roxy, either. I had never been to The Roxy. Weird, right? It's next door to The Whisky, which I have been to a thousand times, but never The Roxy.
The band was fantastic, but it was far too cramped for me. I was overwhelmed from all the bodies all around me, none of which were willing to move for anyone. I was being pushed from behind all the time, I was actually shocked that I got even one in focus shot considering how much people were making me move. But, I did. I could only stand at the front of the stage for one song before being forced out by the crowd behind me. I don't know why, I don't take up much space. Then, I couldn't get anyone to move so I could leave the floor by the stage. That didn't make sense, either. I was trying to give them more space. I had to frantically gesture at people that I was leaving before anyone would allow me to. Even then, it took almost a whole song because they just wouldn't move. I felt trapped and I began to hyperventilate. Only a little, though. A security guard saw me. There wasn't anything she could do to get me out of the crowd, but she allowed me to catch my breath next to her for a moment in the "do not stop here" section. She didn't say anything, she didn't make me feel helpless, or ashamed, she just simply let me stand in a clear area for a moment. I had a mask on so I couldn't even mouth "thank you." I simply nodded and she nodded back. It was a real kindness that meant so much to me. I spent the rest of the night in the back, where it was a little clear so I wouldn't feel that again. Apparently, everyone was trying to stand in the one section by the stage, and completely ignored the other two areas that were on platforms that had better views and less people.
My review can be found here.
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