Remember the sleepover the night before? 5.5 hours of sleep for a girl who averages 11-12 a night. I made her come home and rest in the afternoon (she watched a movie) and she slept for the hour it took to get there but we were still in sleep deficit. The show started at 7:30 (her usual bed time) with about 20 minutes of some DJ. Then an hour for the opening act and another 45 minutes for the DJ again. At one point she yelled, outraged, "This is a Jonas Brother's concert! Why aren't the Jonas Brothers singing? It doesn't make any sense!"
So now we are two hours past her bed time and the Jonas Brothers finally take the stage. 5,000 teenage girls go ballistic. Rebekkah starts to whimper and say that she wants to go home. She perks up at the third song, Play My Music (she knows that song from Camp Rock). Then they began song #4, a love ballad. The place erupted. Rebekkah covered her ears, burst into tears and began begging me to take her home.
So we left. I made sure to stop about three times to ask if she was *really* sure she wanted to leave because once we left we couldn't come back inside. She was *really* sure she wanted to leave so we exited with the state troopers who were guarding the gate chuckling at us.
About a block or two away Bekkah was incredulous that she could STILL hear the concert. Clearly they were too loud. We stopped and listened for a few minutes, took a picture of the Boston skyline and headed home.
Oh, poor kid. Concerts go awfully late for anyone under 12 and over 30. Big hugs to you both.
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