You join the people walking towards the doors and walk in. After
waiting what seems like way too long for such a small town, you hand over
your tickets. You head down to the front and join the hysterical fans
screaming for Rob.

The music is all you could want and more. Robby is only twenty feet away.
You can feel the base beats thumping through your body and the melody flowing
through your viens. Pretty soon your faculties of reason has been
overwhelmed and you are shouting the lyrics at the top of your lungs. Nobody
else notices--everyone else is at a fever pitch.

Without warning, all of your teen desires and angst form together into a
muscular handed metaphorical hand sieze your nervous system. They give you
an ulitimatum--run up on stage now or live forever with doubt.

• Quietly sit down and grow out of this nonsense.
• Getting Tasered is temporary, teen glory is forever!