“You’re with us,” he reminded me. “And we’ve got you. Okay? We have a VIP area in there that’s completely roped off. You only have to be in the crowd for a few minutes while we make our way in.” I nodded, a little embarrassed by my anxiety. “I’m sorry, I just…” “Your phone.” “What?” “Pull out your phone. Pretend like you’re recording, or actually record it, we don’t care,” he
