It was dark and humid and suffocating. He could feel his lungs getting crushed by the crowd as he tried to move closer to the front. A number of hands had touched his body, and any semblance of shame he had before he entered the venue had disappeared in favor of keeping alive within the mass of bodies. The camera was more important than his life, he reminded himself, as he settled on a spot towards the side of the stage. He wanted to check his phone, but his hands were full, and before he could adjust his posture the lights suddenly went on and the screaming started.

Oh God, Jinki thought as he raised his hands to protect his camera. What the hell am I doing here?