Who would’ve thought? Little ol’ me, singing my lungs out at Adele’s last concert in Munich, Germany. Europe has always felt like a faraway dream—let alone being able to afford a ticket to see THE Adele. But there I was, standing under the summer sky, heart full, eyes misty, with two of my best girls: Nia and Tassa.
Originally, it was supposed to be me, Nia, and Dewi. We planned everything since March—battling Ticketmaster like our lives depended on it just to secure VIP Standing Zone 2 tickets (yep, we paid that sweet Rp 6.5 million each). But life had other plans. Dewi didn’t get her Schengen visa approved due to some document hiccup, and out of nowhere, Tassa stepped in and saved the day. Not even in the original group chat, and now part of this core memory. Iconic.
Come August, we landed in Munich. Me and Nia went to meet Layla—who came all the way from Stuttgart—while Tassa chose to wander around some museums (classic). We planned to meet at the venue at 5 PM. The gates opened at 2 PM, and, of course, me and Nia were right on time. We got our wristbands scanned, grabbed some water from the bar, and I was just casually checking out the stage map… when suddenly, a female security guard approached me.
Her: “Hey, can I ask you something?”
Me: “Yeah, sure?”
Her: “Do you want to upgrade?”
Me (very confused): “Upgrade to where?”
Her: “To the front row.”
Me: “Uhm… how much?”
Her: “60.”
Me: “For the three of us?”
Her: “Yep, but it has to be cash, and follow me to the toilet.”
Yes, folks. I got upgraded in a toilet. Nia, who overheard everything, said “Let’s do it!” and handed me the cash in record time. We swapped wristbands and next thing you know, BAM—we were front row at Adele’s almost-last concert. I mean… COME ON. Life really said, “Here’s your main character moment.”
The entire night was nothing short of magical. Adele was literally right in front of us. Her voice, her stage presence, her emotional storytelling—she’s not just a singer, she’s a life soundtrack. We danced, we cried, we screamed. The crowd was surprisingly chill at the front, which was perfect because Tassa’s a bit claustrophobic. And the fact that we were at Show 9 out of 10? Surreal. You could feel the end coming. It was electric.
Germany really does events like nobody else. Everything was well-organized—the signage, the flow, the crowd control for 80,000 people. When the show ended, we all walked to the train station like it was a Sunday family stroll. No pushing, no stress—just sleepy, satisfied humans.
By the time we got back, our legs had officially given up on us. We wanted to go out because Munich on a summer weekend is poppin’, but all we could do was face-plant into our pillows. No regrets.
This was, hands down, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I still can’t believe I was there. Thank you, Life, for this core memory.
And thank you, Adele, for making us all cry in harmony.
