Travis Scott in Prague

There’s something electrifying about heading to a concert, especially when it’s the first time a massive artist like Travis Scott is performing in a city. The excitement had already started for me the moment I boarded the metro in Dejvicka, the O2 Arena wasn’t far, but after a few stops, I noticed a shift. More and more people were cramming into the cars, and I soon realized I wasn’t alone—dozens of teenagers all wearing their best Travis-inspired outfits had the same destination in mind. By the time we were nearing the arena, it felt like we were all part of one massive wave heading toward something unforgettable. The moment I stepped out of the station, it became clear just how monumental this show was for the city. Prague hadn’t hosted a Travis Scott tour before, so this was a first for nearly everyone in the crowd. There was a sense of anticipation, almost like we were all about to be part of a significant cultural event. As I made my way closer to the arena, I could see people buzzing with excitement. Conversations floated through the air—mostly in Czech but with an occasional English phrase or shout about "Utopia" breaking through. Before even thinking about getting inside, though, I was faced with the merch lines. They snaked around the building in a way that seemed absurd. People were willing to wait an hour or more just to grab a t-shirt or a hoodie from Travis’ Utopia tour. I spoke with a few people while in line, and there was a consensus that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Even if the merch was overpriced, it was worth it to bring a piece of the night home. 

Once inside, the atmosphere was something else. There was this palpable thrill that only grew stronger as the lights dimmed, and the arena was packed—there wasn’t an empty seat or open space to be found. When Travis finally took the stage, it felt like the entire place exploded. I’ve been to concerts before, but nothing had prepared me for the raw energy that surged through the crowd. It wasn’t long before the excitement morphed into a kind of organized chaos. The crowd moved as one, swaying and pushing, a living riptide that would pull you under if you weren’t careful. I found myself struggling to keep my balance at times, caught in the relentless rhythm of it all, but somehow that made it even better. There’s a strange beauty in that collective loss of control, where the music and the crowd become one unstoppable force. As the night went on, it was clear that this concert wasn’t just another stop on the tour, it was a cultural moment for Prague—a collision of American hip-hop and local enthusiasm, creating something new. It was an event that made us feel part of something bigger, a connection that transcended language and geography, leaving behind a memory that would last long after the music stopped.