In spite of the lack of replies, we went to the concert (it was The Black Mages' by the way I think) as stewards and I wanted to tell you about our little adventure. Well, first, we were the only two 
stewards for almost two hundred people. Nothing too big to worry there. Then, when the concert started we seemed to be the targets for throwing unidentified objects (most of times...) as well as crowd people.

After some time and a 160kg guy, the things started getting a little off hand, with everyone screaming 'just Force Your Way????!!!!' and we got dragged to the middle of the mosh pit. I just happen to have one little comment to all of this: PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHEN THERE'LL BE ANYMORE CONCERTS!!!! I feel young again!!! Whoooooooooo!!!! Ahem.

Ah I just remembered that Wedge asked me to write something at the end of this mail on his own.

Wedge:

Hi there Squall.

I know we've been very...troublesome for trying to kill you and all that. But that doesn't mean you have to be such a sadistic bastard and not reply to Biggs on the concert thing. You know how much of a dreamer he is. You could at least have said 'NO' couldn't you??? Thanks a lot Mr. 'I'm-too-cool-to-do-anything-besides-'..........'ing'. Now you can sleep peacefully while thinking of me crushed by THAT 160kg guy. Oh and I almost forgot one thing: that girlfriend of yours somehow got her muzzle off (man what kind of things are you two into..?) and bit my ass. Maybe that shows you should give her more attention. Care at least for public safety GODDAMMIT!
I assure you it was one HELL of an experience.

Goodbye and have a great life (NOT!)

Wedge