"My friend called me up and told me Hanson was playing in the South Campus Dining Hall. And I mean, if it was 1995 and I was a thirteen-year-old girl, that would be exciting. Since none of those things is true, I could give a fuck.
-Christian

So I saw Hanson last night. In the flesh. With eleven-odd rows of seats and two hundred fluttery-hearted 18-24 year olds between us.

It's amazing how easily I can recall every detail of their tigerbeat lives, even after years of separation, versus the difficulty I have in remembering lines I was reviewing not even an hour before class.

And I forgot, in all my violent attempts to separate myself from those oh-so-traumatic middle school days, an experience from which no one ever really recovers, that they're actually very talented.

I am re-made a fan. I'm not gonna lie.

And by the way, Christian, it was 1997. And I was ten.

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