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we took a bus with like a thousand other kids from all over to see this broadway play in boston. after it was over, i wandered around then stumbled across a hidden balcony. i walked out onto it, making sure no one was watching. looking down across the street, i saw a bouncer standing in front of a door that was camoflauged into the building wall. repeatedly, it was being opened and closed. and every time, light escaped onto the street and sound ricocheted into my ears. a show. my eyes followed the lights, and i noticed this kid sitting, clutching his knees against the brick, under and to the left of the bouncer. i wanted to talk to him, to let him know i wasn't from here, at all. and how i love concerts, too. and how i go to them alllll the time where i'm from. with heels for shoes, i tried my best to get to him as quickly as possible. to miss the bus was to be stuck in boston for days until they realized they had left me. i reached ground level and made eye contact with my target, crossed our boundary, and grinned so big. i sat down like he was my best friend.