You don't. Yet.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Doe," the security guard tells you, "I'm aware you have a pass to get back here, but we're above capacity. Try again at the next show."

So. That's a small disappointment, you think to yourself.

Shame you couldn't see Sara close up today, the rockin' little sleeveless black shirt and black shorts combination she was wearing had you really looking forward to this.

"But I can always try again later," you say to yourself, "that's not really an issue."

You decided to keep hanging around though, in case the security bro might decide to change his mind (he doesn't. Damn fire codes), but as the night is close to ending, Sara peeks out her door and sees that you are in fact the only one who wasn't let in.

"It was a fire safety issue Miss Evans," the security guy tells her as she discusses it with him.

"I understand that Pete," she tells the guy as she looks at me, "but if he waited all this time and no one else is here, he should be allowed to come back here."