Missing the moment
By Faustine Boch (IFM/BSc1, 2025–2026)
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Four months ago, I went to see Rauw Alejandro (a reggaeton star from Portorico) one of my favorite artists in concert for the second time, and I hated it. I’ve always loved capturing concerts in photos and videos so I could relieve those moments once they were over. Before every concert, I always make sure my phone is fully charged.
But this time, I couldn’t charge it properly. So, I spent the whole day trying to save every bit of battery, avoiding touching it. When the concert finally started, I took out my phone to film. Then, seeing others recording in different ways, I started changing all my settings, trying to find the best angle, the best light. Until, right in the middle of the show, a message popped up: “storage full.” I then spent the second half of the concert deleting photos, apps, memories — just to free up a little space and film what was left. By the time I finished, only the last song remained.
As I walked out, I felt so much frustration. Even though I was in the front row, right in front of my favorite artist, with an incredible show happening before my eyes, I had completely missed the moment. I had experienced it through my screen, obsessed with my phone instead of enjoying the moment I had waited so long for. Since that night, I’ve never taken my phone out at a concert again.
