Last Saturday, July 28th 2018, I went to “shake my thang” for Luke Bryan at dodger stadium. Oh Man.... Was I excited.
It was only five years ago Peyton and I had seen him for the first time. I was enthralled by his stage presence, and (what seemed to be) the ability to sing directly to me. All the way in the cheap seats, that was all my nineteen year old self could afford. Dancing the night away with my friends, I remember thinking about never wanting the night to end.🎶
I was able to splurge on better seats this time. Oh What A Treat! After making every wrong turn possible, we had finally made it to Dodger Stadium, the gates had barely opened as we made our way to the concession stand and then to our seats. We were there early enough to see Jon Pardi. ( Mr. Pardi was the first date Peyton had spent REAL money on me** I’m talking U.S. Dollars** he has to be the cheapest man on earth!)
Sam Hunt is such a ladies man, I bet you, half of the men there left with more insecurities than they showed up with 😉As the seats filled so did my emotions. I was anxiously awaiting his opening song Country Girl. I danced. I sang. I cried. Wait! Did I just say “cried”......at a country concert? Yes, I sobbed, not the whole time, but on and off, for the duration of the show. How could I go from dancing and singing, to tears pouring down my face? All I could think about was trauma I had witnessed last year.
[October 1st 2017, I was attending a concert series like I had for the past four years. Route 91 harvest was my favorite time of year, even though it meant end of summer, but last year’s was different. A Man opened fire on the festival goers leaving 58 lifeless and thousands with emotion and physical wounds.] I sat there saturday mourning the loss, of my fellow country music fans.
I had been worried the couple in the seats next to us would think I was strange, for weeping as Luke and his band played. I got up to fix myself in the bathroom as a girl who I had never met, embraced me with a hug. I couldn’t resist, I hugged her back and wondered how could this stranger have empathy for me. She had no idea what I was upset about, but she swayed back and forth with me in her arms as I calmed my breathing enough to say "thank you."
We are human and we all have flaws but the innocence of dancing at a concert is so joyous. It is my purists form of happiness. How could a man aim his evil into a crowd, celebrating a great song, and destroy them? I’m praying I find my peace, and find a piece of innocence. I want to believe concerts one day, will be an escape as they once were.
written by Madelyn Enochs
(not worth the amount it would cost to print out)