This is an email my girlfriend sent to The Mann after her experience at their venue last night during the Brand New show.
To whoever may read this email,
My name is Madison Cahill. I am 17 years old and I’m currently living in Newark, DE. I attended the Brand New concert last night, at your skyline stage. Your venue is absolutely gorgeous, to say the least. But that will never make up for my experience. Brand New is my boyfriend and I’s favorite band, ever. We got there at 4:30 for their 7:30 show. We stood and waited for our close to front spot. Through out the wait, I had constant smoke blown into my face, beer spit on me, and even bottles thrown at me. But that was never the worst part. Brand New finally came on at 9 and my excitement was high, only for my night to take a dramatic turn. When they came on everyone was pushed so far up, I felt as though my lungs we’re to burst. I’m a constant concert goer and can usually hold my own but it was far too much. Thirty seconds in and we decided we have to get out before I suffer from an anxiety attack, which I’m prone to. The crowd was not letting us exit, and we got pushed every directions and I lost my boyfriend. Soon i was taken by the waist and brought in by a guy, who has to have been 25. I screamed at him that I’m trying to get out. He felt up my breast and then continued his way down, unbuttoning my pants. And I will not get into detail. I fought my way away from him and the crowd. Then your staff, when I was trying to tell them what happened, I was told to get the fuck out and that I was drunk, and I that he didn’t fucking care that there was a gate up. I had to jump the fence to get away. And then was told by another staff member that I needed to quit my crying and stop being a little bitch. I eventually found my boyfriend. Sat on the hill, crying until I felt okay to drive home. What was supposed to be the best night, turned into one of the worst. I will never be able to listen to my favorite band without having the memory of last night. Although there is nothing you can do to make up for what happened, the soul purpose of me writing this is to get you aware of the situation and not let your staff allow another fucking 17 year old girl get molested, and treated the way I did. I will never go to the Mann again, and will be spreading the word about my experience; as well as filing a police report.