I’m obsessed with George Ezra.

My friend Dominique showed me his Budapest video while we were studying in Rome, and he instantly became the soundtrack of my travels. I’ve always associated him with adventure and he’s “been around” for the coolest moments of my life – so seeing him live has been a goal since I first heard his voice.

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After a few near misses, we were finally going to be in the same city at the same time.

Only problem: I had no one to go with.

I didn’t think much about going alone for the two months leading up to the concert, but on the day of, I began to seriously consider not going.

It took me about 35 minutes to get to the Houston House of Blues, and I spent the drive alternating between speeding with excitement and slowing down with sickness. My sincerest apologies to anyone on the Katy Freeway last Monday night – you might’ve expected to see a 100-year-old blind lady, but no, it was only a nervous 22-year-old trying her best.

Why was I so nervous? I do stuff alone all the time (yes, I was that loser kid in high school who went to the movies by herself) but maybe concerts of beautiful, blond, British boys who sing like angels were the final frontier.

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I timed myself to arrive right at eight, so I wouldn’t have to waste my phone’s battery while I stood around beforehand acting like I was waiting to meet someone.

Protip: if you buy standing room only tickets, never stand on the side by the entrance.

When I walked in, it was straight into a wall of tall people, but when I finally wiggled my way to the far side, I actually managed to get pretty close.

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To my surprise, the show began right at eight. CharlotteOC was the opening act. Her music was familiar – but not in the trite sense. Although I’d never heard a single song from her before, as soon as she opened her mouth I felt wrapped up in her voice, like I wanted to listen forever.

Then she was gone, and it was time for George.

Finally.

Bare Necessities thrummed in the background and then there he was, wearing a NASA t-shirt and smiling.

He went right into Cassy O’, my actual fave, but as I sang along, I had to suppress the urge to shriek. The norm at the 1D and Jo Bro concerts I’d been to, everyone at this show seemed really….chill.

As the show went on, it became less and less of a thing that I was there alone. Just like at the movies, even if you go to a concert with people, you don’t really talk to them while it’s happening.

Another plus side: in the jungle of general admission, you only have to look out for yourself. The girls in front of me passed up an opportunity to move closer to the stage because all four of them couldn’t fit, so I slid right up in there.

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After the show, I waited 3 ½ hours outside George’s tour bus (it seemed less pathetic while I was doing it), but alas, he goes to sleep right after his shows to stay healthy. Good on him. Although I was disappointed, I’ll just count it as another near miss and hopefully see him next time.

If you are looking for a cheap night out, definitely pop into the Houston House of Blues. Eat before you get there, because the food is CRAZY expensive, and if you want to drink I suggest you skip the bar and use these instead.

Do you have any fun concert experiences to share? I’d love to hear them!

 

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