A little over two weeks ago, I attended the Blackbear concert with my friend Emily. July 3, 2017 was probably one of the most interesting concerts I've ever been to, and it will definitely be one to go down in the history books.

Straight from work I zipped over and picked Emily up at her house. From there we started the drive to Boston. The ride was normal for the most part; average traffic and the allotted speeding on the highway. There was one terrifying moment where my gear got pushed into "neutral" going up a hill and my car started making a demonic clunking sound (thanks a lot Emily's backpack strap). I started freaking out and had to pull off to the side of the road, but that didn't last long.

As we made our way into the heart of Boston to the House of Blues, traffic picked up. We parked at a gas station around the block from the venue, then walked towards the large line formed outside the building.

Instead of waiting in the already ever-growing line, the two of us went to the restaurant in the House of Blues, since we didn't care about being right in front. We ordered food and sat and talked for a while, made a few side comments to ourselves on the crazy fan-girls (and guys) who were around us in the restaurant, and even talked with Blackbear's best friend "Sleepy" (or whatever his stage name is, I can't remember).

We ventured to the fast-pass lane (we got food at the venue restaurant so we got free fast-pass tickets) and waited in line for about an hour talking to people and doing what bored people waiting in lines do. The line finally started moving forward, and soon enough we were inside the venue.

I stood at the opening of the stage area, taking it all in. I had never been to the House of Blues before, so I wanted to soak up every detail I could. After we hit the merchandise table, we picked our spot on the floor, right in front of the sound booth, and waited for people to come in.

The concert was great on its own. There were interesting openers with music I would not normally listen to. But none the less I had an amazing time. All the music was catchy and I could dance to it, which is really all that matters to me. We made friends with the people around us and had a bunch of laughs the entire night.

Emily had already gone to see one of Blackbear's concerts in Los Angeles, California, and even met him through VIP. Like the crazy friend she is, she photocopied her laminate and made new ones exactly identical to the original. Once the concert was over, the two of us sauntered up to where the meet and greet was going to take place and got in line with the rest of the people waiting.

No one suspected a thing, and in the end, I met Blackbear and Emily met him again. He was super sweet. We took a bunch of selfies and his photographer took a Polaroid of us, which is now hanging up on the mirror in my bedroom. When both Emily and I were done with photos and given our little "goody bags" we walked out of the venue, heads held high like we were meant to be there all along.

Never in my life had I done something so wild and spontaneous. It was thrilling! If we had been caught it would've been totally okay, and we would've walked away saying, "we tried". But no one caught us, and we got back to the car laughing and joking how we should do this for every concert now.

*Disclaimer: Do not try this on your own, and do not try and sneak into the concert. The both of us paid for tickets ourselves. The laminate was paper and had no dates.*