I hope your concert went really well!
I wasn't there in reality, but I was certainly there in the dream I just had.
I found myself in the concert hall, just as the band was about to play. JTK saw me on the floor and beckoned me to come up on the stage. Then they began to play, and I just oddly stood on one side of the stage. They were playing warm-up to some other act, and I was always annoyed because the people in the crowd stood at the sides and nobody was in the middle. Then the band went through their songs and more people slowly arrived. It wasn't until they played Basquadrat that people really got into it though. This song was very heavy and driven by loud distortion guitars, and suddenly the middle of the floor was filled up. BKM went on to play a Rolling Stones cover, but unfortunately I've forgotten which one. Then the show ended and JTK promised to show me the way back to Denmark. So we went walking around some very deserted country roads. I said "I need to get to Kruså", but none of us remembered exactly where on the border that was, so we just kept walking around these empty roads. When we passed under a telephone line, I said "look! A horizontal telephone line!", JTK said "yes, aren't they all horizontal?" and I said, "no, in Denmark they are vertical." I also told him that I thought the best part of the show was when they played Basquadrat, because that really rocked. At one point we looked at a map and it turned out we were in southern Germany, which was quite unnerving to me. Then suddenly I felt bad about taking up JTK's time, so I said "hey, you are supposed to go and party with Felyx and Detlev!" he said "well, I've told them I'd come at 7 o'clock", looked at his watch and it was half past six, so he left. I kept walking and tried to look at some signs, and eventually I made it back to Denmark, although it was the wrong place. I wondered why they hadn't played any quiet songs, but concluded they must have, but I must have been asleep during them and woken up when they ended. I finally arrived at a motorway (and suddenly had a car), so I began driving, but I drove horribly. I was always skidding in the curves, entering way too fast, and scaring the other drivers. At one point I had to drive up a really steep, small hill, and failed. So instead, I sat on the back of one of my friends (who was very reluctant to carry me), and he ran with me up the hill. Then I woke up.