The concert is a big success. There are people from all over the pott and even from Münster in the crowd. After the gig they all leave soon, though, as if Bochum was some kind of shithole you have to escape as quickly as possible. And they could have been more fun and drunk, too! I can't stop to think that there must be a worm inside this evening somewhere! But I can't find it. Maybe it's just my stupid mind.