Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: this happened over 10 years ago but i'm determined to share in the hopes of closure, one way or another.

i grew up in a smallish city on a greek island in the '90s and '00s.  although small it had and still has a pretty decent cultural scene, more so now than then, of course.  i've studied music since a very young age and have always enjoyed live performances, from verdi to venom, and most everything in between.   it wasn't often however, that i got to enjoy an acoustic performance by danny cavanagh, half of founding sibling duo of british atmospheric rock band anathema.  i mean, holy crapola, right?

really, very, so wrong.

i went to the gig with my then boyfriend, a big fan of the band.  he was my first love, i was crazy about him, i didn't know *that* much about their music apart from the hits, but was pretty excited to enjoy the concert with him and connect.  i was 17.  young, dumb and full of, "oh gawd, how can i make this all about *me* and totally impress my boyfriend's brains out, 'cause this is such an incredible experience and this guy will be playing there just for *me* and maybe he'll hear me sing from the crowd and ask me to be famous and awesome with him for ever."  i called in sick at my waitressing job, put on my hippest clothes trying desperately to look as "alternative" as possible (whatever the fuck that means) and went to the gig.

it was great and tiring.  we stood motionless for three and a half hours out of fear of disturbing the artist's deep, introspective and often confessional performing of mostly original material.  i kept thinking that i'm bound to need physical therapy after this.
one song that stood out was one he prefaced by dedicating it to his mother.  he listened to it religiously every morning he cycled to the hospital to visit her while she lay seriously ill.  i had no idea that his mum had died, a loss that spurred much of his and his brother's songwriting and performing.  if you're an anathema fan, it's a *thing*.  i did not know *the thing*.
at the end of the gig, starry eyed and stupid, i was chatting away to my boyfriend in english hoping he'd overhear, wonder about my native speaker's accent and come over and talk to me.  he didn't so, undeterred,  i walked up to him and thanked him for an amazing concert for which i skipped work (as if this guy would give a single shit) and confessed i'm also a musician, yada, yada.  he was very pleasant, i thanked him again and turned around beaming to my boyfriend.  i couldn't just bask in the glory, i had to hammer that shit home, so i went back to cavanagh and said, "oh, and i hope your mum's alright."  his face went blank.  "your mum, you mentioned she was in hospital, i hope everything worked out."  i thought i'd just add that personal touch, because i'm so considerate and amazing.  he said, "she's dead" and went back to talking to someone else.

so *that* happened.

later that year i moved away to a much larger city for university, eventually broke up with first love, and refused to even think of the incident since it tended to turn my cheeks a bright strawberry red.  i did go to a couple of anathema concerts in the first two years of uni, enjoyed them but definitely made sure to stay hidden at the back of the venue, paranoid cavanagh would recognize me and, i don't know- call me a piece of shit?  i'm an idiot, it didn't make any sense, but there you have it.
surely, *surely*, he must have forgotten about it after all that time.

a couple of years later i was in a cab stuck in traffic and the driver put the radio on.  the dj announced that daniel cavanagh of anathema would be joining him shortly to talk about the band's upcoming gig.  yay.  i stiffened in the back seat.  among other things he was asked about one of his weirdest experiences at a gig here in greece.  he told the story of a young girl coming up to him, saying she's a huge fan, and asking about his mother's health.

it was me, it was me the entire time, it was me.

the host likened it to someone going up to eric clapton and asking how his son's doing.
half expecting the cabbie to start laughing and pointing at me, i put on sunglasses and rolled up the tinted window.

 

edit:  you're vs. your because screw you, phone-word-spelling-predictor-thing.

edit ii:  ermuhgurg, *thanks for the gold*.  seriously.  i'm studying my butt off for university exams, have an assortment of ailments (albeit, most of them imaginary) and am suffering with so much bloody anxiety, you made my day, fellow redditor.  i'm not sure if i should mention you by name here, because this is actually my first proper reddit post and am unfamiliar with etiquette, but *thank you*.  you made my day, major big time.

TIFU by enjoying a concert.