I saw *N Sync live. Yes, I know you are all very jealous, but calm yourselves.
I was six years old when my sister (16 at the time) and I both got tickets to see them in concert at the Baton Rouge River Center from our parents for Christmas. Needless to say I have yet to as impressed by a single Christmas present since then. Step it up, Dad!
I am kind of very embarrassed to admit how big of an *N Sync fan I was growing up.
I watched this VHS so much that I broke the freaking VCR.
I knew all the words to all the songs. I tried to learn the dances. I was a cool kid. But what else do you expect when you spend all your time with your teenage sister. What she listened to, I listened to. We bonded and it was lovely. I’m not ashamed to admit that every once in a while I’ll YouTube an old music video, just for nostalgia’s sake, and end up falling into a three hour music video marathon. (I lied. I am very, very, very ashamed of that fact.) And I did kinda spend money on that new Justin Timberlake song.
Anyway, I am talking about the concert. It was a pretty awesome deal! It wasn’t just *N Sync. Oh no, it was *N Sync and Britney Spears. That’s right. I know, it’s wrong to brag, I’m sorry. Plus there was that opening act B*Witched.
Oh, how time has forgotten you all.
So here I am, in this giant arena, this menu of megastars (minus four sad girls named after a sitcom), my pop-saturated brain is going nuts. Except there is one problem. I have no idea where the stage is. I know. That sounds silly, doesn’t it? But I kid you not, to this day I have absolutely no recollection of physically seeing *N Sync or Britney Spears or whatever weirdos came before them.
I know that I was really young and my memory could just be foggy, but I distinctly remember leaning over to Ms. Kelly (our parents’ friend that took us to the concert) and asking where the band was. I think the conversation went something like,
“Ms. Kelly, I can’t see the band.”
“There right over there,” she said, pointing to the area of the stage where they were dancing.
“I can’t see them.”
“Then look at the screen.”
“That giant freaking screen right in front of your eyes!”
I tried so hard to find them. I looked all over the place. I got out of my seat, made binoculars with my hands. But no luck. I couldn’t find the screen. I couldn’t see *N Sync. I genuinely don’t know how. I’m relatively certain that my brain is just being stupid or maybe it knew that I would never see another moment as glorious as this so it blocked it out of my memory so as not to ruin the rest of my earthly experiences. Who knows?
In the end, I just sat quietly, bobbing my head to the largest radio I have ever listened to. And that was fine by me.