Monday, June 5, 2023

You Did What?!

If you haven't experienced the WildFlower Festival in Richardson, you're truly missing out! This annual extravaganza boasts live music, delectable food, and a myriad of craft vendors. Picture May, with the sun blazing down, and that's the scene my best friend and I found ourselves in one unforgettable year. On that scorching day, my best friend called me up, inviting me to join her and her mom at the festival. Without a moment's hesitation, I enthusiastically agreed, and we were soon speeding our way to the venue. Upon arrival, we made a beeline for the tribute band stage, where a Fleetwood Mac tribute band had the crowd mesmerized. Energized by the music, we meandered over to the main stage, where the legendary John Mayall was captivating the audience. As Mayall's set drew to a close, anticipation mounted for Jimmie Vaughan's performance. We decided to explore a bit before his set began. But for me, the allure of the music beckoned, and I found myself yearning to return to the main stage. Reaching the hillside steps, where we intended to settle in for Vaughan's performance, I spotted some familiar faces among the crowd. Suddenly, the idea of venturing backstage piqued my interest. "I want to try and go backstage," I whispered to my friend, only to be met with skepticism about our ability to gain entry without passes. Undeterred, we lingered near the backstage area, appearing somewhat lost. Then, unexpectedly, a nearby security guard approached me, questioning our presence. Summoning courage, I explained that I knew people backstage and hoped to join them. In a surprising turn of events, the guard offered us his pass, granting us access to the coveted area. With heartbeats racing, we made our way past the gate, slipping into the backstage realm. It felt surreal to stand alongside my friends, amidst the buzz of the massive stage and the adoration of the crowd. That day remains etched in my memory as a truly magical moment, a testament to the unexpected joys that can unfold when you dare to seize opportunities. 



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