When I was 12 years old my friend bought me a ticket to my very first concert, for my birthday. It was to see the Osmonds at the Colosseum in Los Angeles. In those days, she and I had our bedroom walls covered with posters of Donny and his brothers. So when the lights started flashing and the guys finally ran out on stage, I frantically held my little Kodak camera up in the air and clicked the button…about a hundred times. Before the first song ended I’d used up all 36 exposures of film and had no more. While all the girls jumped around screaming, I sat down holding my useless camera and started to cry. My friend Debbie shouted, “What are you doing?! You’re not suppose to cry, you’re suppose to SCREAM!”
So we did. And it was the most fun I’d had in my whole life. I gave a talk in church the next day and was so horse that sounded like a man instead of a silly 12 year old who was madly in love with Donny Osmond.
Who knew that some day I’d live in Utah and meet them all because they live and breathe and play and shop at Target and go to church and buy groceries…just like the rest of us. They are very kind, lovely people, and sometimes it’s really good to see people up close.
What was the very first concert you ever went to?
Tell me-tell me-tell me.