Saw the Pet Shop Boys in Morristown, out in Suburbia. (ha ha ha, that's super funny if you were a teenager in 1986.)
We packed into the theater along with every other flavor of white people. All around us and up in the mezzanine, they bounced and shimmied and flapped a shoulder and knocked into an occasional +1 with crossed arms. Some were very tall and towered up in the front row. Luckily I had the foresight to wear some mighty big shoes.
Under the multi-colored lights, we looked green, red, yellow and occasionally blue. Our skin tone is an excellent canvas for LED pyrotechnics.