Bon Iver

Upon arrival I am approached by a stylish Parisian woman.
“Do you ave extrrra tickit?”

I have to disappoint her and save some face by lying in French about a concert that is to take place in Amsterdam next week.
She takes her mobile phone to find out about it and I disappear.
There are people everywhere waving 'need ticket' notes, asking the same question of every passer-by.
Someone tells me he's been begging for a ticket for two hours already. An unfortunate who'd give a fortune.
I enter the venue and notice from the balcony that the average Bon Iver fan is good-looking.

One of them is holding on to a self-made construction: “Bon Iver, we love you”.
She's right too.



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