MIA Sound Academy June 3 
Armed with multiple questionable wrist bands we rode our bikes to the docks. A coasting downhill ride along the lakeshore bike path, no waiting for buses or taxis, I highly recommend it.
We had been put on the guest list, yet another wrist band to add to the two old press passes we had taped to our wrist. The so called VIP area was pretty nice, no lineup at the bar, balcony over looking the lake and skyline, and birds eye view, but kinda boring compared to the swelling crowd below.
We headed downstairs to join the party. Grabbing a beer in the caged in area of the club the atmosphere of the audience was immediately evident. A group of girls danced around in circles telling friends they loved them, two other girls wearing mexican wrestling masks, a smattering of H and M and the obligatory wildly printed leggings a la MIA herself. In short, everyone was seriously ready for some silly dancing times.
Deciding to make a move we marched toward the front, wrist bands out camera up, after all we were there to take footage of the show. We were feeling mighty bold and didn't stop once we reached the side stage, marching ourselves straight pass some very puzzled security guards. Due to the fact that MIA is a international artist and not an emerging local band, our multi-coloured wrist bands didn't quite cut it. We were quickly surrounded by guards and gracefully backed off. We were pretty happy just to be near the front. However, it was quickly realized that the door located next to us led up to the DJ booth of the club. After missing our first chance fate blessed us with a second try, before I could even think about it I was inside the door and walking up the stairs. We were given what best compares to a frontrow opera house box seat view.
Cameras out we took photos with our feet up bopping around in place. Through the wild mixes, jamming crowd (on and off stage) and mad sparkles the music spoke for itself.
MIA finished the evening with the crowd favorite "Paper planes" leaving everyone buzzing and wanting more.
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