Okay, I just have to get this out before I go to bed. I'm still trying to believe what happened at the concert. I'll start at the beginning. The concert was in York, PA. A 2+-hour drive from home, further than I've ever driven for a concert. I was questioning whether it was really worth going, but tickets were cheap, so I decided to go. Little did I know... (suspense)(unless you were there)

Anyway, I got my spot near the front of the line. The tour bus was right around the corner, and I heard rumors that Lifehouse sometimes comes out after soundcheck. Every once in a while I'd walk around to see if there were any signs of Lifehouse. Lo and behold, there was Jason talking to a group of people. I went up to them, and I stood there speechless. Shortly afterwards, Jason left - he had to finish the soundcheck. I was kind of disappointed that I hadn't said anything to Jason, because I don't know if it counts as meeting someone if you just stand a few feet away from them for a few seconds and look at them. I thought maybe he'd come out after the concert, and maybe then I could talk to him, but it doesn't seem very likely these days. I thought of introducing myself as the one who made the Simpsons picture, just so he'd know who I was. But I didn't. So that was that, and I got back in line.

So we got our tickets and all, and I got to be in the FRONT ROW for the first time! That was exciting. I had been in second row behind Andrea, which was almost as good, at the Electric Factory. And so went the concert - it was great. I was singin' along, enjoying the Lifehouse, just like at concerts previous. But excited that I was finally in the front row. When suddenly...

Near the end of the concert, Jason was saying stuff into the microphone, like he sometimes does. He said (and I don't know of the exactness of the words) "So, I see some familiar people tonight," Looking around the room, and in my direction. He pointed at me. "I've seen you before," he said. "Are you the one who made the Simpsons picture?" I wasn't sure he was really talking to me, even though he was looking directly at me, but I nodded shyly, and said "Yeah." Jason continued, "I thought I recognized you. And your name is Sylvia, right?" Again I nodded. "How are you doing, Sylvia?" he asked. I don't think I could get any audible words out at this point, but I probably responded somehow. Then Jason proceeded to play "Better Luck Next Time."

It really caught me by surprise. I still wonder whether it really happened, or whether it's part of a dream that I'm still having. I always have dreams like that. Anyway, this was the best show I've ever experienced. I waited a little bit after the concert to see if anyone would come out of the bus, but I concluded that I was completely satisfied with the evening as it was, and I went home. Maybe someday I'll have an interaction with Jason in which I am not rendered speechless, but not today.