It's february twenty sixth. The day starts out bad, but it gradually ets better. Finally I am home after a neverending day of school. Shower, hair, make up. Suddenly it's five fifty, and we're leaving. Almost forgot tickets. Dunkin Donuts; it's pouring. Highway, South Street. Anxiety kicks in. "Am I allowed to bring a camera?" Yes. Proceed to end of line. Meet cute kid Alex. Soaked and freezing. Seb walks by twice. Inside now. Warmth. Meet Olivia, Selina, and Helen. New friends. So close to stage. Second act; get crushed, pushed. Go back to friends, finally. Simple Plan starts at ten. Sweat and body odor. Pushed again, naturally. Second row, can almost touch David. Music pulses through me. Scream. Show ends. Everyone screams and stomps feet; one more song! Scream and wait. But we get two. Show ends. Get in line to meet Simple Plan. Hugging onto Alex. Arms around each other's waists. Smells good. Front of line. SP comes out. Cheers. Alex lets go so I can move. Call mom; put her on speaker. "Hey, Pierre. Can you say hi to my mom?"" Pierre has my phone. "Hey, Mom. What's up? It's Pierre. Can't chat now, though." Move down, phone in pocket now. "I'm taking French because of you guys." David and Jeff both say, "That's cool!" David has a charming smiling. "I'm not great at it, but I'm getting there." He laughs. Outside then. Happened so fast. Say goodbye; Olivia, Selina, Helen. Hug Alex. Don't want to go; hold the moment. Walk to car. Call Mom back. Sweat seems to disappear. So excited. Drive to McDonald's. Order large fries and large Coke. Get home. Barely eat. Too excited. Text Alex. Say goodnight. One AM. Crawl into bed...Happiness.

When I began writing that today, I wasn't thinking of structure. It came out so much like a poem, and I like it that way. Nothing can describe how I felt, lifted high. I felt so happy. Bree was right. Signs turn into something epic. Third time seeing Simple Plan. Won't be the last! And now I have amazing new friends. Still lifted so high, you can't even imagine. That night topped all others. That night was epic. Sore body, sick stomach, exhaustion...That night was epic. No, I can never really describe the magic.