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Breathe. Just Breathe.
No, I’m not talking about that horrible Telepopmusik song. I’m talking, sit on your couch and stare at that piece of art or person you admired, but couldn’t figure out why. I’m standing in the audience at the Gothic, and it is so crowded. Granted, many shows I attend are crowded, but tonight seems different.
Then it hits me. I’m in a theater with hundreds of people my age! When the hell did I get so old? Thirtysomethings, who’ve come to a strangely mature show on a Wednesday night. Yes, there were younger people there, but not many. Then another thought comes to mind. I am single. I feel like the only single person there! Getting nervous, I move around to try and find someone, anyone I know. I hate going to concerts alone, but when your friends don’t like the same music, it’s kinda hard. Not that I blame them. I probably wouldn’t — and havent — gone to some shows if they asked me.
I’m standing there minding my own business, when some girl is calling for Cassie. She’s looking in my direction, so I move in case Cassie is behind me. Oh God. Now shes waving. Is she talking to me? So I answer for Cassie. The vacant look on her face clearly states she has made a mistake. “Oh,” she says. “You look just like her,” mumbling something about MySpace. The first thing I think of is, Yes, black people all look alike. And we know each other. I do not know a single black girl who would be called Cassie. If you are a black girl named Cassie, I’m sorry. That name conjures up plaid shirts and tight-ass jeans for me.
Jose Gonzales finally comes on stage, looking shy and vulnerable. Instantly, I’m intrigued. What? Im a Cancer! As he begins to play, I see everyone around me gravitate towards each other. Suddenly, I’m sticking out like a sore thumb in an audience of lovers and best friends. Staring down into my half-empty drink, I try to appear nonchalant, pretending that this beautiful music doesn’t affect me. Read more »
