Two stories
I have a story to tell. Two actually.
In December 2015 I went to see Whitesnake live.
I woke up the morning after stinking of beer, having spent way more money than I wanted to. I remember the countless trips to the bar, but not much of the gig itself.
In May 2022 I went to see Whitesnake live.
I had three bottles of water through the night, woke up the morning after feeling happy, clear headed, with memories that I know won’t leave my head, ever.
It’s not about the circumstances. It’s about us.