First, I took my kids to see the show soon after it opened. One sat with her eyes covered the whole time—I think I scarred her for life. The second time I went, I went alone. I’ve won a couple contests on Green Day’s fan site, and I won front row seats to see the show, so I was super excited. Billie Joe was performing in the role of St. Jimmy and John Gallagher was in the role of Jimmy. Sweet, right?
Things were busy around my house and it was hard to get away, so I concocted a really crazy plan. I decided I would fly up to NYC the day of the show, spend the night in the airport, and fly home early the next morning. Sounds foolproof, right?
The show was so amazing. One of the best times of my life! I met another fan who’d won tickets and we’d really enjoyed the front row seats. She didn’t roll her eyes when I talked Green Day. After the show was over, I knew I had to hurry to Newark Airport because they won’t allow you to stay if you get there after eleven—and I had to take the subway, the LIRR, and the air train to get there. I knew the St. James theater’s nearby subway station so I marched straight for it, happy as could be.
I took the train to Penn Station then headed to buy LIRR tickets. Along the way, a cop stopped me and asked how I was doing. Did I mention how happy I was? He probably thought I was drunk or something. We talked a minute and I told him that I was in NYC alone and that I’d come for a show, and that I was spending the night at Newark Airport. (in hindsight…dumb of me)
He smiled and said, “I’m about to get off duty, why don’t you come to my apartment for the night? I’ll protect you.”
EEK! I stood there speechless (not a common occurrence for me to not have things to say), then thanked him and declined and DASHED out of there. I don’t know if you remember, but this is around the same time the cop was accused of picking up women and then cooking and eating them. So, yeah. While this was NOT the same cop, it certainly put a spin on my perspective.
Anyway, I made it to Newark, slept a little while on a luggage cart, and talked to a group of people heading to Nashville for a convention. But I learned not to tell strangers (even cops) about being alone in the city. I went back up three more times to see American Idiot. I love that show!
Come Undone: Romance Stories Inspired by the Music of Duran Duran
Once upon a time in the 80s there was a band, whose members stole the hearts of many a young girl. With their guyliner, unique fashion and music that struck through the heart, Duran Duran changed how we hear and see music. Today nine hot romance authors bring you stories inspired by their music.
(my story in the collection): Before the Rain by Kerry Adrienne
The war is over, but the rain continues, day and night. The rebel faction, Verity, enlists Maddox to safely guide assassin Allana, out of the city. No problem. He’ll escort her, get paid, and return to his life. But the more he learns about the mysterious and beautiful assassin, the more she intrigues him. With the world falling apart around them, they must decide if they can trust each other despite the deceptions they face. If they can’t, they’ll die.
About Kerry Adrienne |
Kerry loves history and spends large amounts of time wondering about people who lived and walked on Earth in the past. She’s a mom to three daughters, six cats, and various small animals, including a panther chameleon. In addition to writing, she’s a college instructor, artist, costumer, and editor. Her new love is her Mini Cooper Convertible, Sheldon, and they have already gone on many adventures.
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