Happy Birthday. I couldn’t trust what I’d just heard. I felt as if my ears were playing some vindictive trick on me.
I couldn’t believe it, it was actually true. I was going to see my much loved band, Cursive, live. Tanner merely smiled at me as I stood there not knowing what to do.
For my birthday he was giving me a trip. We would be traveling to Portland, Oregon to see one of the original Indie Music Revolutionists. The drive to Portland is 291 miles of anticipation and impatience.
Each mile made us 5, 280 feet closer to my dream. And with each foot I became more animated than the one before it. Following the trend of our usual luck, as we came into Portland we became lost.
Ending up at the airport we finally, after two hours of searching, came across the Roseland Theatre. Waiting outside for the doors to open became more than I could bear. Simultaneously, as the doors flew open, Tanner and I flew inside.
We were pressed right up against the stage. We were the first to witness each happening. As I began to become engrossed into the show, I felt privileged and honored to be able to experience something of such magnitude.
My dream was finally a reality. I began to cling on to every word spoken, sung, or whispered, praying that they would play my song.
And as the crowd silenced they began ‘The Gentleman Caller’. Shouts and screams of joy surrounded me as I eased a breath of joy. With the thump of the base beating out of my chest, I began to cry.
Crying because that song sparks every possible human emotion. Crying because I felt like this concert, this song, was for me. It’s the feeling of someone reaching into your soul, finding what you love and performing it for you.
You fly through a whirlwind of emotions, and at the end of it all they leave you with hope. Ultimately concluding the song with ‘The worst is over.’ Such an occurrence can only make you appreciate the arts and music around you.
I felt uplifted and inspired to pursue my own dreams as these men had. I left the venue feeling the best I’d felt in years. I’d lived one of my dreams and experienced it with the most significant person in my life.
That is happiness to me. That trip left an impression on me to never to be forgotten -not only because it was a gift to me, but because of it’s thoughtfulness. Music is my passion. My oasis. I have never since or before received a gift as close to my heart as this was. My favorite trip was witnessing music history take form.
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