Janelle and I have gone to our first concert together. Surely, watching a recorded live concert on tv an hour late counts as a concert. Complete with Cardy #1, it was a full on Yellowcard party.
It really was a beautiful night. We sang along to every song, and they didn't care that I sang the harmonies like a nerd or that I didn't know all the words . Us girls commented on the attractiveness of the band members, gushing and giggling the whole time; the boy of our Disney trio played his guitar along with the screen, smiling so goofily at the idea of playing with Yellowcard themselves. There were cookies and tweets and an abundance of bleached tips and feedback.
It didn't matter that they were thousands of miles away and that we weren't there in the circle pit and that we might never have the chance to actually see them. We were full of dreams and smiles and songs. Our hearts were connected, the lyrics gluing us together. It was as if our collective friendship grew stronger as our three separate voices rose up and filled his living room. We were just a couple of teenagers, listening to our favorite band and not worrying about crowds or swearing or each other. Even after we left, Twitter was clogging up with our exclamations of love for the songs we sang and our gratitude for the band. We were on such a high, and there was no way we could come down.
It was the best concert I've ever been to.
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