10:00 AM hit. His fingers danced across the keys. The digital queue was a beast, a modern-day "Devil's Dance Floor". He watched the little walking man icon on the screen with the intensity of a hawk.
Liam wasn't just a fan; he was one of the "FM Faithful". He’d seen them fifteen times, from tiny clubs to a magical, muddy set at ACL where he’d actually torn his ACL in the pit—a badge of honor he still joked about. But this tour felt different. After hearing about Dave King’s harrowing health battle and miraculous recovery in Dublin earlier that year, Liam knew every show now was a gift. buy flogging molly tickets
"Come on, come on," he muttered, thinking of his dream setlist. He’d even voted online earlier that week, desperately hoping they’d finally play "Another Bag of Bricks" or "Death Valley Queen" live. 10:00 AM hit