Waiting for an artist to take the stage while in the pit still gives me chills and a case of the nervous sweats. Especially early on when I didn't know what I was doing and couldn't remember what the YouTube photographer told me to do. I'm a bit more sure of my camera settings these days alleviating the sweats (mostly), tysm, but when you know the artist about to come on can drop 100% of the jaws in attendance, 100% of the time, the chills persist along with a strong susceptibility to being starstruck.
Many must've fallen victim to this Monday night, utterly defenseless against Amy Taylor's fiery entry through the atmosphere.
Folks, once again, it's Amyl & the Sniffers ⚡️⚡️⚡️
Was I starstruck? You bet I was. Will be every single time.
Oh: As for any low-light concerns, photographers were allowed to use a flash (right?!) in a rare instance, complimenting Amy's reflective outfit and ecliptic personality.