764 Feeling Young Again with my Favourite Band

Life was dull until I saw an advert for my favourite band playing a gig in my town! I hadn't listened to them since I was young! On the big night I dug out all my old gear and to my dismay I had realised I had gained so much weight over the years that nothing would fit.

I looked in the mirror at the man I ended up becoming, looking back at me. I snapped out of it and decided I wouldn't let it ruin my night, so I put on some comfortable clothes and went out.

When I got to the venue I felt very out of place. Everyone there was so much younger than I was. I felt weird and lost and... kind of sad.

I saw my reflection somewhere and my hair loss became even more obvious. I decided to buy a cap from the merchandise stand. It was an unbelievably high price but I didn't care. I'd get good use out of it.

Then the band came out and I was like finally! Everything was gonna be better! Everything was gonna be like old times! Then I saw the band and I was shocked to see they were all young women.

I looked at the flier and squinted at the text that showed up as "TRIBUTE". I sighed and took a long hard swig of my fizzy water. Nothing made sense anymore.

Then the band started playing and they were pretty amazing. I could hardly believe the powerful sounds that were coming from these slight girls. I soon forgot my troubles and I was in my twenties again.

The girls did a signing after the show and I decided to mark the occasion. When I got to them I found myself fumbling over my words. I felt like an awkward teenager all over again.

The girls took a shine to me. They made me feel very welcome and chatted with me about the love of the band and the music. I told them about some of my own memories and we all connected. They said I was cute and wanted to take turns kissing me. They took off my cap and hugged and squeezed me. "We love you so much, cutie!" they said. I found the whole experience so moving.

Six months later and I still find the whole experience so overwhelming. I opened up the latest handwritten letter. We kept in touch and became pen pals. They took turns writing letters to me and I knew which one wrote what letter. They looked forward to seeing me again and I felt like I was living again.