In Worcester, MA.
We were maybe the oldest people in the audience. Our feet were glued to spilled drinks. Rows above treated us with kindness. Rows below, on the stadium floor, fans punched each other ... with joy! Their reason for attending; not ours. We stood for hours as the concert unfolded. Simone and I danced, as people in their early 70s do. We'd come for one song, though. It was the last song of the night.