Still had to wait almost an hour, only about 10 people were left lurking. Talk about a true Demon of The Fall moment. They came out and hopped on the bus to put down their bags. We were scrambling to find the sharpies, I had my back turned to the bus and didn't realize I had dropped the teeshirt I had just bought. When I turned back around Mikael was RIGHT THERE in front of me. He picked up the tee I had dropped and handed it back to me. Holy Crap, my brain seized up! All I could do was squeak a "thank you". A split second later one of the other guys who had been waiting hit Mikael with a hug that was just a hair short of a flying tackle. It was crazy, but he took it in stride. I've been roaming concerts for almost 20 years and met a lot of bands. I've also gotten the cold shoulder from a lot of bands, I didn't get that "fuck off" feeling from them. I've been an Opeth fan for a long time, but now... I don't think devoted is a strong enough word.