I stretched out on the couch last night intending to listen to the Kodaly Quartet play Schubert . . . and woke up two hours later. (This is my fault, not theirs.)
But at least it wasn’t a live performance. I have fallen asleep at a concert only once ever, and in that case I had just returned from overseas the day before and my brain thought it was four in the morning or something. And I don’t think anyone noticed. And it was only for like fifteen minutes.