They came back for the encore. Two encores, actually. They closed with “Sadie Hawkins Dance,” and the floor turned into a mosh pit of pure, unadulterated joy. Matt lost a shoe. He didn’t care. He was crowd-surfing—twice—and the second time, he looked up at the rafters, at the lights, at the blur of smiling faces below, and he laughed.

It was “Deathbed.” All eleven minutes of it. The crowd swayed, lighters and cell phones held high. Matt watched a girl next to him wipe tears from her cheeks. He didn’t judge her. He was blinking hard himself. The song built and built, a cathedral of sound about grace and failure and the end of the line, until it finally crashed into that beautiful, fragile piano outro.

The highlight came halfway through the set. The band shifted. Thiessen walked to the piano. The chatter died down. A slow, familiar arpeggio began.

“They’re gonna play everything ,” Matt yelled back.

It was chaos. Beautiful, holy chaos.