There was a time when you could accidentally miss Zara Larsson at a festival because your friends were taking too long at pre-drinks. 2018 was a different time. This is the final part of Chapter XI of my book, which means the whole chapter is now up on my Substack: Lollapalooza Paris, two dogs I was somehow being paid to keep alive, Bastille making an entire crowd sit in the dirt, Diplo mosh pits, and Lush Life playing somewhere beyond the gates without me. What’s your most painful “I was there and still missed it” festival story?