You reach to your side and grab your phone from the bedside table. the bright light illuminating onto your face is over baring, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in resistance and let out a small frustrated sigh. But all feelings of annoyance and agitation are replaced by the feeling of excitement, today is the day.
A small, giddy smile creeps onto your face at this realisation. Finally! you'll be seeing the 1975.
Granted, the people in the band aren't your favourite. And actually nobody boils your blood more then M*tty Healy. But regardless it will be a fun day out, and the 1975 aren't the only artists performing either, it's a whole festival in Finsbury park.
You feel a small vibration in your hand and look down at the twitter notification.
"New tweet from Tim Healy"
This gives you the kick up the arse you need to get out of bed and get ready for the long day ahead. If there's any chance Tim could turn up, there's no way you'd miss it for the world.
