You of course were interested in seeing Josie the Pussycat
belt out rock n roll at a festival where the 18th century meets
the future.
Hence you bought tickets for you,Megan and that missing
brother and the two of you fluttered over at around 10,two hours
before Josie would perform.
There were already 10s of thousands of other fae there
including an awful lot of tweeny cat fae girls who were
twitching their tails and purring excitedly.
There were also a few hundred aging hippies who'd been pixie
dusted into thinking this was some kind of Jimi Hendrix Woodstock Tribute
festival.