Im the guy with the afro, lip ring and 6 festival wristbands dating back from 06 dangling in the vodka coke I smuggled into the arena in the back of my wellington boots between my skinny jeans. Im trying not to spill it on canon 500d as I see the shot I want of the lead singer with his head angled as he sings into the mic, mouth wide open. I hit the shutter incidently as the beat kicks in and my drink covers my red cajun dance party tshirt and my wayfarers get smashed into my face as somone jumps up and shoulders my 55-250mm telephoto lens towards me. Rolling up the sleeves of my leather jacket, eyes watering I edge my way out of the crowd towards my friends, who laugh at me for looking like im crying and say its stupid to take my camera to these festivals. I tell them its worth the risk for these shots, going to view the last one I took. The back of somebodies head and another persons arm, with the top of the stage in the centre of the picture and nothing in focus. Of course they laugh again when they see. I step back and proudly say ok that one didn't go so well.