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PROMPTuesday #201: More Music

August 7th, 2012

Do you remember your first concert?

 

Can you describe it? What do you remember?

 

Write it for me? I’d love to hear all about it.

 

A few caveats:

1) Keep it to 500 words or less.

2) Don’t take any longer than 10 minutes to write.

3) Do not edit, censor or finesse your prose.

4) Let it come.

 

Please post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.

 

First time to PROMPTuesday? Read a bit about it here. Want to see what’s been written in the past? Catch up on the PROMPTuesdays archive here.

 

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On August 8th, 2012, Kathryn said:

Rick Springfield’s hit “Jessie’s Girl” was about as big a hit as they came. That year for Springfield was huge, as he was the star of General Hospital (back in the day when there were so few TV shows that we actually watched soap operas, especially in the age of Luke and Laura), and he was coming to town. We were in 7th – maybe 8th grade, and it was the first concert for my two best friends, and our folks let us go alone. I don’t remember much about getting there, except we took a taxi home, which was probably the most exciting and scary part of it. The concert was loud, filled with screaming girls, and standing room at the front in an age before dangerous mosh pits. What I remember is being hot, dancing, and loving every minute of the loud, musical adrenaline rush. When he started playing “Jessie’s Girl,” the crowd went wild. As he played along, we pushed toward the front of the stage, and were just feet away from the front. As he got to the chorus, someone must have thrown roses up there, because he had one in his hand, and when he sang the line, “where can I find a woman like that?” he (at least in my mind) locked eyes with me for one moment and threw the rose out to the audience, which I caught. I caught Rick Springfield’s rose!! When I got home, I pinned it carefully to the bottom of my bulletin board, where it remained for several years, until I cleaned out my room sometime after college. I actually had a hard time throwing that dried flower away – I mean, where else could I find a memory like that?

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