Hands up for one of the opening bands.
Paramore and lead singer, Haley Williams. The girl can sing.
I had the opportunity to go with my daughters to a concert last weekend. It was a good time. We saw the band Paramore but unless you have a teenager or a tween, you might not know who they are.
The crowd was young and it was pushing to the stage. I lost my kids in the crowd but I was content with not getting right up to the stage. I wanted a little breathing room. I figured that Charley would be disappointed if I didn't get a picture of her favorite band so I stood in the middle of hundreds of teens and early 20 somethings to wait for them. We had to listen to 3 so-so bands to get to the good stuff.
It was a bit of torture. The kids around me kept saying, "come on!" when those bands would start another song. I felt the same way.
Everyone around me was actually pretty nice. The girl in front of me had pretty, long blond hair but she kept tousle-ing it every 2 seconds which would hit me right in my face. The girls next to me would look at me and roll their eyes with sympathy. I was so happy when she moved a little to the left. And then the poor girl to my left winced when she got it. The blond girl finally put it up in a ponytail.
After a few songs I motioned to some girls next to me to take my spot and ducked to wind my way back out of the crowd. It was about 20 degrees cooler outside of it and the view was much better. I sat on the hill, ate Twizzlers and enjoyed the band.
My ears rang all night which was always a sign that I had a good time when I was a teen-age concert-goer.
Oh the things you do for your kids.
And the things they do for me, like inviting me to hang out with them at a concert and not even being embarrassed.
They're young, fun and happy.
And I loved every minute. (Except for the hair tousle thing... but at least it was clean.)
