It went by so fast. There were a few seconds of that one song that they used to play on the radio all the time that I always forget the name of, then 15 seconds of Beyonce, then some Iggy Pop, then 2 Live Crew. I was already so sweaty that I had to use some of the toilet paper that they were shooting at the crowd to blot my forehead so sweat would stop dripping in my eyes. Luckily, the guy in the mesh tank top next to me offered me his sweatband right in time for Ace of Base. It was the best night ever.