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After last night, I find myself asking this questions: why have I never gone to a concert before? I have lived under a rock for most of my life, and willingly, too, for the most part. I just have other interests that keep me either bent over a book, writing until my hand hurts, or shooting aliens on my Xbox. I’ve never really been one for the social scene, and I’m okay with that. But then last night, Kristin took me to an acoustic tour of The Academy Is…, and it was like a whole new world. I know it’s a sad thing to admit that I am 22 and have never been to a concert, but it’s the truth, and it’s going to take a lot to top my experience last night. I had an epiphany while I was standing in the crowd and William Beckett was singing not more than maybe 8 feet in front of me. We made eye contact, and he acknowledged my presence, and I felt that little flip of excitement in my stomach. Now, William Beckett is gorgeous, and so of course I enjoyed watching him and getting a smile. But I’m not putting too much into that; it was more of the fact of where I was, what I was doing, and that I just got acknowledged by a rock star. Hahaha. I realized, suddenly, that this is why people go to concerts. This is what it’s like to develop a silly crush on someone you have a negative chance of ever seeing again. I kept myself from it in my teenage years, and I will battle it as well as I can now, but I think it will be a losing battle. I’m hooked. After the show, Kristin and I hung around and were able to get his autograph and a picture with each of us, and he actually engaged us in a little dialogue. He’s the nicest person ever. And he’s pretty, too. Lol. Kristin and I acted like 13 year old girls on the way home. We couldn’t help it. I’d certainly never conducted myself in such a way. Kristin looked at me at one point on our drive back to Shawnee and mentioned that she’d never seen me scream with excitement before. Now, please don’t think that I never crack a smile or jump around like an idiot when something exciting happens. That totally happens pretty much all the time. I just try to make sure I don’t get too girly; I don’t know why, but I’m not so much into being “girly.” Last night, though, I couldn’t fight my gender’s tendencies, and I’m still fighting the urge to run around screaming. Even if I let myself, I couldn’t, because my voice is gone. :) I guess that’s all the time I have to expound on my experiences last night. I have to get to class, so I’m not proof-reading, so if that bothers you, get over it :P
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