One guy followed me across the field to the Mojave stage, where I was meeting a friend to see FIDLAR.

When my friend left to see another band, I stayed behind, and this guy came up behind me and whispered, “You’re a goddess” and then rubbed his hands on my hips and butt.

I knew it was the guy who followed me over earlier because I recognised his Pablo merch.

This is why I usually wear a backpack in concert settings — it forces distance between the stranger behind me and my body.