And realized I was an old lady.
My first concert was in 1983. I was 4. We sat in the back in an amphitheater in Los Angeles and waited a LONG time. I fell asleep at some point. Michael Jackson was a no show or a late show. It was the night he burnt his hair filming a Pepsi commercial.
My second concert was the 13 years later. The artist… Janet Jackson. Who’d of thunk? I was invited by a family friend. We sat in the grass of the Glen Helen Pavilion and “watched” her on the huge screens. Actually, I spent the evening checking out the guys and trying to figure out how to ditch the friend. Since there were only two of us, I couldn’t figure out how. Plus, she was my ride.
My third concert was when I was 21. At the time, it had to be the hottest concert around. Performing was: N*Sync, Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees, Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears and many more.
I can’t remember who performed first. All I remember was I was sitting third row center and the person in front of me was standing on her chair.
And I couldn’t see.
I wanted to yell: “You’re in the second row! You can everything just fine! Get off of the chair!” But my friend let me know that I sounded like an old lady.
So I sat there, uncomfortable that I couldn’t see, not wanting to stand on my chair, trying to decide what to do.
Then I realized I had backstage passes and thought “Why the heck am I watching this concert when I could be talking to them! I left my seat, never to return to a concert row ever again.
I don’t quite understand why you’d want to pay for parking, food, drinks, and seats for someone to sing a song that you have in your car that you bought for a couple of dollars. I especially don’t like when they toss it out to the crowd to sing. Why did I pay for this? If that’s your thing, please don’t take offense, I just don’t get it.
What happened backstage is a story for another day!
This has been a part of Finish the Sentence Friday!