Every time I go to a Hanson show I am reminded what a unique community we are as fans. It’s really unlike anything I have ever experienced before, and something that I have found few people outside of this world to understand.
It’s been a few years since I have gone to a show alone, but just this week I decided to do it again. (Well, my concert buddy couldn’t get the day off. So she decided that for me.) You should see the looks I got when I told non-fans that I was going to the show by myself. (“You’re going to a concert alone?” I tell them that yes, I’m traveling alone in that no one I know is going with me. But, once I get there I certainly will not be alone in any sense of the word.
Nowhere else will complete strangers strike up a conversation with you, and you find yourself immediately going beneath the guise of small talk and learning who the other person truly is. There is this inherent understanding of the person sitting in line next to you. The same songs have created the soundtrack to our lives for the last fifteen years. We clipped the same pictures out of Teen Beat to tape up on our walls. We’ve read the same magazine articles and made sure our VCR was cued up to the right channel at the right time so that we didn’t miss that TV appearance even though we had a school dance to go to. We were swallowed up in giant, insane crowds through our adolescence and are now enjoying the opportunities we have to move beyond just a face in the crowd.
There is such camaraderie in all of this. It’s the girl laughing and dancing with me during the show. It’s the person that took a picture of Zac hugging me and emailed it to me before the sun came up. It’s the girl on the forum who agreed to meet me at a show several years back and has been my friend ever since. It’s when you’ve only met someone forty minutes ago and you’re already planning dinner and drinks the next time you’re in town for a show. It’s moving aside so that the fan next to you can meet Isaac for the first time.
It’s… truly inexplicable.