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Sometimes, calling in favors for first row seats at Radio City Music Hall is worth it.
What I found the funniest was the guy behind me – about my age, also with a beautiful woman on his arm – and both the woman I was with and the woman he was with were just going insane for this man with mussed up hair on stage. He and I were just like, “Um… ok,” knowing our roles in this specific situation weren’t so much to enjoy the concert, as much as they were to provide good seats, and smile and nod at appropriate times. “No, ma’am, happy to help,” with that slight smile.
Eh, whatever. Despite my best intentions, I actually found myself liking the guy’s music. 🙂 And he high-fived me when he encored. So that, I suppose, was cool.
