A concert is not a loud bar with better lighting.
The music is not background noise for the conversation you could have had in the parking lot, at dinner, in the lobby, or at literally any point before the opening song.
Nobody needs to hear about your manager, your ex, your flight, your parking situation, your cousin’s wedding, or the deeply complicated nacho order unfolding beside them.
Especially not during the quiet song.
Especially not while the artist is speaking.
Especially not when you have been talking at full volume for forty-five minutes and have somehow become louder than the sound system.
A brief comment is fine.
A joke is fine.
Saying, “I love this song,” is fine.
Conducting a full relationship summit during the set is not.
The people around you paid to hear the performer.
They did not pay to discover that Brad still has not texted you back.