Mike had been told that music brought people together, connected them.
And it was a philosophy, he knew to be true.
I’m a goner
Tonight was the night.
He’d bought the tickets months ago, scheduled this day off far in advance. He was here, he was going to see his favorite band perform. For a few hours he wouldn’t be lonely or lost.
Mike was where he belonged.
Well he wanted to think that, but the rough shove he received walking into the stadium reminded him otherwise. He was tall but scrawny, had the backbone of a jellyfish and was lucky if he managed to get a few words out each day. Mike was a prime target when it came to getting pushed around.