I escorted my 15-year-old niece Farzanna to the Cradle of Filth Concert in KC. I learned these things:
I may not like to be hugged, but being patted down for weapons is quite agreeable to me.
If you stand within two people deep from the stage the bouncers squirt water into your mouth if you open it like a baby bird.
Even if friends advise you not to get too close to the mosh pit, it is futile, because the mosh pit comes to you.
Even if you assume a "I Shall Not Mosh" stance, you will still mosh.
Do not wear slide-on shoes into the mosh pit.
If fellow moshers see you suddenly look around the floor in search of your shoe, they help you look until you find your shoe.
Losing your shoe in the mosh pit excuses you from the mosh community. Moshers who then bump into you turn about and nod apologetically.
If you are 15, watch from the edge of the stage, make the two-fingered rock and roll hand gesture at the drummer, and have an aunt who hops up and down pointing at your head, you will get Cradle of Filth's set list after the concert.
Cradle of Filth censors their set list (I assume the song "Beautiful C**t" is not actually about a Beautiful Cart.)
I can still be shocked by t-shirts that say "Jesus is a Cart" (censored).