<human>: Give me the gist of the text in a nutshell

I had gotten a backstage pass for a big annual Halloween Electronic Music Party called 'Spookfest' at the Cow Palace in San Francisco. It was my first time getting backstage access to such an event, and I wanted to check out the access the pass got me.

I made my way backstage, and decided to stop and watch the show from the wings for a bit. I had my back against the wall, totally unaware of my surroundings, when I notice people standing around me.

I turn to see what was going on (Was I in trouble?), only to find that I was now a part of a circle of strangers. I was a little weirded out, but nothing too major. That is, until the person next to me started talking.

Their voice sounded so familiar. I knew I had heard it from somewhere. Then it clicked. I was standing next to Davy Havok of the band AFI.

Long story short, I got all nervous and ran away (Literally sprinted). Their conversation stopped, and I can only assume they watched as this strange man ran off into the main hall.
<bot>: I was standing next to Davy Havok, and like the nervous wreck I am; ran away from what could have ended in a lasting friendship.