Lights, a gorgeous stage, pumping music, and Red Bull. That was the scene at the Enrique concert that I went to, two days ago.
The music was limited and the vocals questionable. But what was, without question, the best thing about the concert, was the enormous energy. People WANTED to have a good time. And they were willing to fight for it. It was a war zone. Everyone scrambling to get to the ramp, using all possible tactics, hoping they would be picked to go onstage with the hot pop star. My scars prove I was one of them. It was epic.