Sister (Panic! at the) Disco

22 Jun

The parent corral is the orange section next to the bar

 My younger daughter is nine. Her musical taste is based almost solely on the contents of her older sister’s castoff iPod Nano, which features much of what was popular with the early teen alternative set in the late 2000s (Fall Out Boy and the like). This explains why my third grader knows all the words to “Chicago Is So Two Years Ago” … which is better than chanting Justin Bieber, I suppose.
Meanwhile, my older daughter still has a place in her heart for these bands including Panic! At the Disco, which over the last couple of years has survived the departure of half of the band and the departure (then return) of their exclamation point. She wanted to go with two friends to their recent show at the Fillmore. While I don’t hate them, I didn’t feel it necessary to see them a second time, having been the designated (licensed) driver for the concert three years ago. Just before I placed the order for three general admission tickets, the mother of one of said friends called me for assurances that there would be “parental supervision” at the concert … and I gritted my teeth and said yes.
I soon bought four GA tickets … and picked up a pair of earplugs.

Keep it down - I'm trying to read Maureen Dowd!

A few days before the concert, P!ATD’s singer Brendon Urie suffered a sprained ankle. My younger girl took it upon herself to make him a get-well-soon card … and asked her sister to deliver it to Mr. Urie himself. I was skeptical this would be possible. However, my older girl made sure we took it to the show; it was tucked carefully into my purse (because, once again, I was the only one in the venue carrying a purse).
We went into the hall, the girls waved on their way to stand down front, and I found myself a corner to call my own in the brass-railed area behind the main floor. Not only did I have something to lean on but I could also perch on the lip of the next tier in between sets and read the New York Times on my Blackberry. (SCORE!) Looking around, I realized I was ensconced the Parental Supervision section. In front of me was a woman with her middle schooler in braces; to my left was a very tall dad keeping an eagle eye on his teenage charges. I was the only mom standing there solo. As the lights dimmed and the crowd screamed, I made a point of searching (supervisor-like) for my daughter and her friends in the crowd, then inserted my ear plugs and readied myself for two hours of music not of my choosing.
Following two opening acts that weren’t too bad and a hefty set from the headliners, Panic! came back for an encore. Brendon introduced the song by saying a heartfelt thank you to all the parents in the audience. “Being here with your kids shows a lot of dedication,” he said, then the band geared up a cover song in our honor:
It was the only song I was able to sing along with all night. (How old am I anyway?)
The show ended and my daughter begged a security guy for help in delivering the card. He recommended waiting near the tour buses. She and her friends hoofed it outside, pressed toward the barricades and craned their necks for thirty minutes. The hour was late and I suggested she give it to one of the opening band’s members who were milling about so we could go home. Nope, she’s adamant that she deliver it to Brendon himself.  “I will feel so bad if I can’t do this for her,” she said.
I was humbled by the fact that at that moment, she’s a better sister than I’d ever be.
We moved to the other set of barricades – and, lo and behold, Brendon & Bandmates came out of the stage door. They were friendly and gracious, posing for photos and signing ticket stubs for all comers. My daughter waited patiently to speak with the star for a few seconds. Then she rushed over to me, beaming.
“Did you give him the card?”
“Something better. He autographed it!”
Sure enough, there was his Sharpied greeting to a girl who will likely forever be one of his biggest fans.
And before we left, I got to fulfill my most important role as Parental Supervisor: official photographer.


May all your musical idols – and your siblings – be so kind.
See you on the flip side.

3 Responses to “Sister (Panic! at the) Disco”

  1. Carolynne June 24, 2011 at 2:54 am #

    What a great story–sounds like you have two great girls. Thanks for sharing!

    • lpon45 June 24, 2011 at 3:00 pm #

      Thanks for the note, Carolynne – and yep, the girls do me proud on a daily basis!


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