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The calmness of visiting a music show alone — enjoying the music and feeling good without having to feel the solitude. Is this part of growing up? Is that part of spinster life?

There was a lot of fame and fab around the event. The noise, the excitement, the crowd, the glamour. But none of it moved me the way the music did. The music felt personal. It felt enough.

Still, somewhere in between, I missed the prospect of visiting together with a companion. Just the thought of standing beside someone, sharing the moment, maybe exchanging a glance when a favorite song played.

And all the while, that thought about a companion was about that dull guy.