![]() One stepped in, told the guy we were their girlfriends, said he needed to leave us alone and stood behind us the rest of the night- with a comfortable and respectable amount of space between us. Finally, two guys around our age offered us help. ![]() And like all the shows we’d been to before, some guy got too comfortable.Ī man, clearly inebriated on a mix of drugs and alcohol, started grabbing us from behind and getting way too close for comfort, ignoring our requests for him to “please, stop.”ĭetermined not to let him ruin our night, we moved around. ![]() We snapped pictures, drank our drinks and danced to “Red Lips.” Like all of the shows we’d been to before, we were having a great time. With glitter splattered on our faces and beers in our hands, my friend Jessie and I weaved through the crowd searching for the perfect spot- far enough back that we’d have enough space to dance and close enough to be able to actually see Skrillex when he came on stage.
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