Better get them grades up, so I can keep affording these concerts. Brockhampton, Milwaukee.

There was something in the Milwaukee air that night, an overwhelming amount of Axe, pulling every Brockhampton super-fan to the Eagles/Rave club on February 16th. I was among the throng of people milling about, waiting for the music to start. Between the blue faces and orange jumpsuits, it took only a matter of seconds to lose my 20+ hype crew for Brockhampton. I felt like a little fish being gently pushed along by the current, occasionally caught between the hands of coral, floating in the wake of others and eventually reaching the front of the crowd. It wasn’t the usual push and shove for the front row, no teeth were lost, barely any bruises formed for me to discover the next day and most importantly I left with everything that I came with. A first in my concert books. Maybe Wisconsin fosters kindness in tight-knit music venues or maybe it's the air filled with the scent of the State's official fish, the Muskellunge, known for its aggressive behavior and musk. I don’t know what it is about a giant sea of bodies jumping like fish out of water to the same rhythm, but those midwestern waves are irreplicable, unlike the Muskellunge. For most of the concert, I squished next to a girl dedicated to the band's blue-faced look. She was as super as any fan can be; belting every lyric, waving her hand to the beat and allowing herself to be indisputably in the moment, never reaching for her phone once. I followed her lead and kept my phone to my chest (my pants were sans pockets) and tried my best at keeping to the beat. Jumping safely requires more coordination when you’re packed together like a can of sardines. Brockhampton is the internet’s first boy band that doesn't believe in frosted tips and also my favorite. It’s their dynamic, the way they command the stage and don’t hesitate to amplify their emotions which captivates me. They’re the type of band that instigates a cuss out between them and the audience, the type of band that plays a song multiple times in a set because they can.Reviews revealed that Brockhampton had played STAR a total of 6 times during their set. Did I notice? No. Did the rest of my squad notice? No. There was something truly magical about the energy on stage and in the crowd that made each version of STAR a new experience. Maybe the girl next to me was really into version 4, flailing her arms around, but for version 2 she had been a bundle of emotions, ready to sit down and have a moment, letting the evening flood her human basin.The crowd was in flux with an almost too appropriate response to each turn in the beat or change of tempo. That sensitivity made the show. What song was I waiting for? TOKYO. They didn’t get around to it which means I’ll be saving up for the second round of Brockhampton.