*knocks at harry’s door*
Me: Hey Harry. Can you help me with my bags?
Harry: Uhm, what are you doing?
Me: Toronto, August 1st
Me: So, where am i going to sleep?
Harry: Oh god…
my favorite part of concerts is when the band plays a song everyone knows so everyone’s singing along all out of tune but then the singer stops singing and they point the mic at the crowd and u just hear everyone in the crowd singing the words to the music and u see the smiles on the band members’ faces bc they know people care about their music and everyone’s just so happy who cares about anything else