Shortly after the band has left the stage and the crowd finally begins to thin, there’s a couple remarkable little moments that happen.
Some of the stage techs walk out and begin breaking things down. One of them grabs three picks from various parts of the stage and jumps down to hand them to Little Bean. She can’t believe it. That brings her pick take from this show to four.
A few minutes later, a pocket of fans are all suddenly pointing at my daughter and yelling “Over there, over there.”
One of the techs has untapped the band’s signed set list from the stage. He sees the group pointing and comes over and gives it to my daughter.
For the night, beside actually meeting the band, my daughter will come home with a signed band photo, a signed VIP pass, a signed set list and four picks.
From her First. Ever. Show
We mull about a bit, waiting for the hall to clear out. Use the bathrooms. Hydrate. It’s late. She says she has so much energy from that last song that she has to do a cartwheel, and she does, right there in the middle of the now nearly empty hall floor. Some of the fans waiting in the merch line with us applaud.
But I can see she’s beat.
“Daddy,’ she finally says, “if we go now can you promise to get me a t-shirt online?”
“I promise,” I say.
It’s a warm night in Boston as we make our way past the band bus. There’s a small group of fans milling about nearby, maybe waiting for a moment with the band. Friday night traffic is still hectic, but we make our way back to the car easily. She’s starting to drag. It’s nearly 11pm.
I tuck her into the back, unload my shoulder sack and grab a long drink of water from a bottle in the back. It takes me a bit to program the GPS for home, and as I’m backing out of the lot, I say over my shoulder, “Ready to head home?”
Silence. She’s asleep. Rock and roll can be hard work, my friends. But always worth it.
Epilogue: And so concludes our little The Warning adventure, a show we’ve been writing about and looking forward to for months. All these episodes will remain in the archives of course for my readers to catch up on as they like.
If you’re interested in a fun little documentary about the Boston show, American-based Colombian pop singer Camila interviewed Little Bean for a short film. You can skip to about the 11 minute mark to see her: CamiVocalist
A quick note of thanks, both to my regular readers who came along for the ride on this little detour, and also to fans of the band who signed on to follow along and who provided myself and Little Bean with so much love and enthusiasm. I hope you all stay on board as we move forward.
And speaking of moving forward, we’re going to take a few days to break and rest and get ready for our next big journey as Little Bean and I head to New York to see Pentatonix, hike in the Adirondacks and generally cause trouble in another state. We WILL write about that as well, and of course have pictures and video.
What fun this has been! Needless to say, I hope you all continue to rock on, roll well and keep listening, keep creating and stay kind.
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Thanks for sharing your and your little one's experience of the concert! She made out like a bandit! So happy for both of you. I loved DPA's reaction to her "More" box. Fantastic!
I'm a lot older now but still act like a kid when a roadie hands me a set list.