Rushing off after work, we got there just in time, thankful that we opted for seats. With my height restriction, I either need to be right up against the front rail, or in the elevated seating.
Front row seating, with possibly the best view in the house, I was mostly pleased. I still felt a bit of jealously for the people in Golden Circle, dancing, screaming and competing to be the biggest fan. I feed off good energy.
In seating, well, people usually come for a good time. It’s easy to access the bar, the bathroom and you have your space.
The lights went out and then it did a dance. Flashing brightly, light patterns crossed the stage as the band took it and Dan started singing.
The videos playing in the background were almost as captivating as the concert itself. Each song had its own video and it was related, but not at all the same as the official music video adding to this end-of-the-world-party feeling their concert gives you.
Just as I hesitated to sing too loudly, the stranger (my new best friend for the duration of the concert) seated next to me belted out each and every word at the top of his lungs. As Shameez, the fangirl, I was thoroughly impressed. I joined him. In unison, we made more noise than the entire seating section put together.
Every now and then he would turn to me and we would have this exact interaction, over and over:
Him: HE IS SO GOOD LIVE. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT.
Me: I KNOW. SO FLIPPING PERFECT. HIS RANGE IS AMAZING.
Him: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THE ALBUM. FLIP.
Me: IT SOUNDS EVEN BETTER THAN THE ALBUM.
You get the idea.
Dan addressed the crowd in between songs, his shy, but endearing personality coming through. He told us stories, thanked us continuously and was not at all afraid of making a fool out of himself.
“For those of you who know us, we have a lot of depressing songs. I try to spread them out. Here’s our most inappropriately named song Overjoyed”
His voice eerily echoed through the arena, reaching a range I did not know he had. The husb sat in awe. As his most anticipated song, he said it did not disappoint.
Hit after hit, they sang their best songs (which, let’s face it, all of them are the best) and added the special Durban Skies for his South African audience. An ode to his family who are South African.
Dan jumped off stage and ran into the crowd, he walked through golden circle and kept singing. People turned to take selfies and SnapChat must have blown up. He nearly finished an entire song while being there. The security guard’s nerves were shot as they huddled as close to him as possible.
(I ENVIED THE PEOPLE IN GOLDEN CIRCLE)
My new best friend and I lost our minds for each and every song, but the crowd favourites were definitely: Bad Blood, Oblivion, Icarus, Glory.
An absolute highlight for me was Blame and Fake It. Fake It was absolutely brilliant and is now The Husb’s new favourite song (I am not complaining).
And then something marvellous happened. Surprise! Dan was in front of the seated section and we were front row seats. IT WAS BASICALLY GOLDEN CIRCLE SEATING. YES. YES. YES. THANK YOU.
The crowd below were dancing and my new best friend turned to me and shouted:
“I WANNA DANCE BUT NO ONE ELSE IS”
I turned to The Husb, I would dance if he joined, he nodded in agreement and we got the party started, stood up and danced until our legs were numb. The rest of the seated section could not resist any longer!
Saving the best for last, they ended the show with the ultimate crowd-pleaser, they played the two songs that every person knew at least the chorus to: Pompeii and Things we Lost in the Fire.
I shook my new short hair from side to side, getting dizzy in the process. Shouted my thanks and ran out of the arena, hoping to avoid the traffic.
Tired, but happy. We Are Live did an amazing job, and Bastille is one of the most underrated performers I have ever seen. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
Oh, and when I got home I had to take my cat to the 24-hour vet, but that’s another story.