A Night with Fleetwood Mac

I am so happy today because I got to see Fleetwood Mac live at the Sports Arena! It was a surprise from Eddie and he acted it out well. At first I thought we were going to see the movie "Up" at Fashion Valley. On the way, he took the wrong freeway, and since I was in a happy mood, I did not let the petty situation upset me. Then suddenly, he threw folded papers on my lap. I did not put too much emphasis on the papers and I simply asked him what it was. "Trash", he replied, so I mindlessly dumped it in the car's trash bin. He then asked me to examine them closer...and I was awe stricken to discover two Fleetwood Mac concert tickets! And we were on our way too!

We arrived at the Sports Arena an hour early, and the parking lot was still desolated. We parked at the nearest spot we could find and entered the venue from the east side. I got so self conscious inside the stadium since I was wearing the tightest black jeans that almost resembled a legging. I dressed for the mall, not for this rock concert. Luckily, I wore a not-so-loose black jacket to tame my look down. Surprisingly, it was all in my mind again- people looked but did not stare. I once again defeated my self for not being comfortable with my sexual orientation. It forever bothered my mind as to why I dress and look this way (tight black jeans, stylish t-shirt, air brush make up applied to my face, mascara, eye groomer- all look natural of course!), and hate it when people look and stare at me. Sigh. I always believed that I am one of a kind, an exotic creature humans do not encounter often, an interesting case of androgyny, frail and pixie looking.

The concert was a riot to its most chaotic degree. We had decent seats located on a lodge closest to the stage. The band performed their best hits from early Fleetwood Mac to their late hits from the eighties. Stevie Nicks donned on black and red rock dresses matched with extravagant retro scarves, gold, white and black, that the whole outfit echoed modern Victorian style. Her voice still sounded the same. She wowed me when she sang "Silver Springs" and "Landslide". Lindsey Buckingham, still handsome for his age, performed effortlessly on his guitar playing. He skillfully submerged himself into his guitar in a superhuman-like fashion. As if his own soul was producing the sound like a melodious, hallucinating cry that unraveled the band as true music genius. The drummer, Fleetwood, professed an indulging spirit when he had his solo moment in the end during the encore presentation. He, too, was memorable-he had a great smile, and looked rather cartoonish, wearing red elf-like shoes.

The concert will surely be memorable. Fleetwood Mac has become my favorite band of all time, and I am grateful for Eddie for taking me tonight at the concert. What a fantastic evening!