So, during the time it took the band to get on stage and maybe 3 or four songs in, I started to feel dizzy and nauseous. Luckily, the guy who invited me noticed and accompanied me to the women's bathroom. As I sat in a stall, the walls began to close in on me and all I could see were black dots in a long tunnel. I'm not sure how long I was there, but he must have asked one of the women to check on me and she helped me splash some water on my face and recover from my decline. Returning to the auditorium section, the boys and I moved to a less smoke-filled area to watch the rest of the concert. Although I felt a little more like myself at this point, I still felt the residual effects of the contact buzz, but I managed to stay upright for the rest of the night. The journey home was, fortunately, uneventful. The boys let me sit near a window to get fresh air. I was slightly mortified; they were slightly