"Awww, you wanted to see the band, huh? Well, I'm afraid we have a problem here: a big, thick, throbbing problem between you and backstage. Maybe you and I can work something out?"
Meet Wes. Nocturne and I came up with him. He used to be a scrawny, snot-nosed punk drummer at all the concerts, but after that werewolf bite, he's never been the same.
See, once a month he transforms into a hulking wolf beast, but when he returns to human form, he keeps ten pounds of muscle. And it's not just the muscle. Every month brings more body hair, pointier ears, longer canines, heightened senses, a bigger package, and a stronger libido.
Now he can't play the drums without completely destroying them. Luckily, he's been put to good use as the biggest, baddest bouncer you'll ever meet. Don't let him frighten you too much, though. Deep down, he's just a big puppy. Rub his belly and you can get into any concert you want.