I had a wonderful chance to almost see the Beatles. It was like I was a teenager again. Only this time my best friends were with me and we were transported back to the days when we had no cares, no responsibility. We were just screaming and fainting, clapping our hands to the beat, and singing with the band.
What I am talking about is a night out at the Orpheum to see "Rain: A Tribute to the Beatles". I felt like I was a sitting in my living room watching the Ed Sullivan show. Really, I swear I did. Then, songs and time progressed and I was in my dorm studying for an exam while Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band was blasting from another room reaching every room on our hall.
There were big screens to each side of the stage with pictures from my past, images of the bright swirling colors, and we all collectively sighed, laughed, clapped, or moaned at what we saw. We were encouraged to sing with them, but we needed no encouragement because we already were singing. From the balcony, I looked down at the whole floor clapping in time to the beat and I got chills.
I had a wonderful night, and came home, got in bed and it was nice to have the tunes stick in my head, and sing me to sleep.
