If the Panic! At The Disco UK tour ever returns, sell a kidney if you have to. It’s a rare chance to witness a man who plays piano with his feet, sings like an angel possessed by a demon, and makes you feel like a teenager again—even if your back will hurt the next day.
Just remember: bring earplugs, comfortable shoes, and maybe a therapist for the post-concert depression. You’ll thank me later.
