Hartford, Connecticut. A sophomore in high school. A famous band.
I had snuck a poster into the concert hall, folding it and wrapping it underneath my little black skirt, making it stiff and stick out. I got it through and made my way with my two best friends to the ground level of the concert arena.
Our tickets? For the nosebleeds. But we were determined to get as close to the sweaty rock stars and as deep into the energized crowd as we could. I went first. In my lime green Converse sneakers, falling apart, and my black-and-red Read more