Great band from Chicago, they deserve to be on the cover of Rolling Stone. Rate em?
From the 2 young girls (13? probably younger…) standing in front of me… well trying to squeeze in front of me just to get a glimpse of Yellowcard— and well ultimately waiting for All Time Low.
As I saw them looking around, hoping to take the spot next to me (where the venue staff stands) I simply said “unfortunately they won’t let you stand there.” Their faces dropped with disheartenment.
Realizing they were both about a foot shorter than the people around us, I slid back into the crowd, and let them take my spot. They were amazed, and quickly began squealing.
Why did I move when I was clearly enjoying one of my favorite bands from high school?
I moved because I realized I was them… only I wasn’t trying to get a glimpse of All Time Low when I was their age… back then I was trying to get a clear view of Yellowcard.
So yeah… I think I feel a little silly going to shows and at times thinking to myself “good grief, look at all of these little girls pining for the attention of some band dudes.” (OK, back then I wasn’t pining for that kind of attention… but I still wanted a good view of the stage, at least.) But now I have to realize, and admit, that yes, at one point I was one of those “little girls.”
Gosh, tonight took me back.