The show was about to start. There was only one opening band called the B Flats. They were pretty good, when we heard them during sound check.
“I can’t believe I am front row at a Dalton Brother’s concert.” Dizzy was still in slight shock I think. Information overload.
I smiled at her. We were in dead center, front row, courtesy of Trey. This would be the one of the two concerts where we would actually be watching (rather than listening to it backstage).

I had been watching all the fans spill into the stadium. It was pretty amazing. I was so proud of them, but then something tugged at my heart strings whenever I heard someone yell Trey’s name. I pushed it away quickly.

The opening band came on, not many people stood up, but still the crowd was pushing twelve thousand, so I didn’t think the B Flats would be complaining.