Once in a lifetime.

2

June

I stood in my room walking the length of it. I was, of course, nervous about the show, I was going to meet 'Fly Away Sunshine', the band that I had always dreamed about meeting.

My older brother wasn't nervous one bit, of course, why would he? I'm pretty sure he didn't even want to go, he only agreed for me.

He was downstairs with my dad going over the rules. Call when we get there. Call when it's over. Be home at the latest two hours after, blah blah. But most of all take a lot of pictures.

My dad has hardly missed any of the big events in my life, even while being busy. I remember as a little girl I could count on my dad and brother being there, my mom was a different story.

I wonder if my dad expected me to bring him along but he couldn't expect me to ask when he knew perfectly well that my older brother was more okay with my music choice than he was.
There was a knock at my door and before I opened it I sighed.

"Are you ready?" It was Aaron. He was in his 'Never Shout Never' shirt and black skinny jeans.

I nodded and turned off my light as an exited my room. We got into the car and he looked over at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I swallow, "I feel like I'm going to puke."

"Everything's going to be fine, you're just nervous. Stop being dramatic, you're not going to puke."

"That's easy for you to say, you've met and gone to concerts of your favorite band a million times, this is probably like another day, another concert for you. This is big for me. "

I knew my brother was just attempting to make me feel better. He was a lot more, self-assured I guess you could say than I was. I was always worried about things like if I looked okay and I was always fixing my hair and checking my makeup.

"You look beautiful by the way." He said starting up his car and flipping the mirror I was looking in shut. "And just because I have met bands before doesn't mean anything."

I roll my eyes, "You're my brother; you get paid to say that. The beautiful thing I mean."

He drops his mouth open dramatically, "Dang, I didn't know you knew about that." He smiled as he pulled out of the driveway and rounded the corner. "Ten dollars from dad every time I say it."

I smile just as my phone goes off. I see a message from dad that says

Remember lots of pictures!

And I push up the bottom of my iPhone to reveal a camera where I take a picture of the house and send it to dad with the caption.

We haven't even left the street yet.

When we walk inside of the Lucas Oil Stadium, Aaron can't help but laugh about in awe I am.

We've never had a lot of money as a family and the money we did have mostly went to my ballet slashes. So I haven't had much of a chance to see shows or placed as big as this one.

It's easy to get stuck in your small Indiana town. We follow the arrows that show where the line is for meeting the band and we take note before we go and find our seats.

Our seats aren't bad considering how many people are here. They aren't upfront where you have to break your neck to see, but also might get a magical little hand touched.

However they aren't in the way far back where you have to watch from a screen, and there's no way in hell you're getting that little magical touch.