The funniest part? Reading has a hard curfew. Literally, a law. The music stops at 11:00 PM on the dot. So no matter how late Travis starts, he must finish by 11:00. This means his set is like a Ferrari on a racetrack with a speed bump at the end. He’ll roar through FE!N, Goosebumps, and Antidote like a maniac, cutting intros short and skipping the interlude where he pretends to be a robot. It’s rushed, frantic, and somehow more electric because of it.
So, what time is he performing? 9:45 PM, according to the nice people at Reading. But in reality, he’s performing when the sky turns dark, the bass starts vibrating in your chest, and a wave of phone flashlights surges forward. That’s the real time. And when it happens, you won’t care about the clock. You’ll just be glad you were there, even if your feet hurt and your ears are ringing for a week. See you in the pit.
