Normally
I’d say traveling four hours away for one concert is a bit crazy, but lucky for
me I have my friend Madisen who has always been down for a little craziness.
The kind of friend who will pack their bags with no idea where we’re even
going. Everyone needs someone in their life who will push them, because leaving
your comfort zone seems to be when life’s best moments occur. Looking back now, I must give her some credit. She
listened to me all morning as we were getting ready for the concert.
Now standing
in line at the venue I could tell she was preparing herself for a day filled
with music she couldn’t care less about. We found ourselves in a conversation
about McDonald's of all things, when I turned to face the back of the line to
turn away from the beating down sun. Looking up, I saw her face turn from
relaxed to scrunched in confusion. Finally, she uttered, “Isn’t that the
band we’re seeing?” I completely froze. Did she just say what I thought she
said? “Lydia isn’t that The Maine?” she asked again
this time firmly. Suddenly she grabbed my arm and pulled me around. There they
were. Maybe ten feet away. The band I had been embarrassingly obsessed with
since middle school. That’s when the existential fear set it.
What was I supposed to do? Speak to them?
Take a picture with them? Pretend as though I’m a normally functioning human seemed impossible in that moment. Madisen interrupted my internal freak
out and stated, “Give me your phone. I’ll take a picture of you with them when
they get down by us.” What was she implying? That I stop this internal
monologue to live in the moment? She couldn’t be, because she should know me
better than that. I suddenly forgot what language I spoke. Was it English?
French? I was sure I knew how to speak, but there weren’t any words coming out
of my mouth.
Just
as they approached, I heard, “Hey could I take a picture with you guys?” Wait
did that come from me, because the amount of eye contact I was now having with
the drummer would imply that words must of escaped my mouth somehow. Madisen
quickly grabbed my phone and nudged me forward. In the twenty second
interaction with them, I’m not even sure I was breathing.
As
the loyal friend she is, she took approximately seven hundred pictures of
us. Every one of them showing an increasingly more shocked version of my face.
Looking back now it seems so foolish, they’re just humans like the rest of us.
However, it can be a little shocking when the people you’ve looked up to turn
out to be decent people. It’s even crazier when you have a full panic attack,
and then against all odds, everything turns out to be okay. The panic shocked
kid got her happy ending. Thankfully I had someone to document the moment, as I managed
to tip toe outside my comfort zone in a very unexpected way. I will always remember this day.