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In 1987, I was a teenager attending a popular right of passage in Florida for high school seniors: Grad Night @ Disney World. Magic Kingdom was closed to general visitors for the evening and high school seniors from all over Florida bought tickets to attend a concert in the park event. Several popular bands were contracted and stages were set up throughout the park for live concerts. My favorite band, Glass Tiger, was playing in Frontierland. It was a long walk and I didn't want to miss them, so I took the train. Little did I know, the train was not supposed to stop in Frontierland, but it did and I got off the train. The band was using the train station as a back stage area. I had unintentionally found myself face to face with the one band I had come to see. They saw me and I saw them and they waited for the inevitable screaming that comes along with rabid fans finding their way into backstage areas without an escort. It did not come. I begged their pardon and simply said, "I believe I am lost.." They laughed. I smiled and they invited me to sit down. So, for the rest of the evening, I hung out with a group of guys that were looking for five minutes of normal as they coped with fame far from home. They asked me about school and my family. What I did for fun? How far were we from the beach? What was I going to do after I graduated? We just talked. At the end of the evening, as I said goodbye; they asked me if I had a camera. I did not, but I told them that it didn't matter and that I had a good time hanging out with them. They told me I had tickets anytime they played in Florida and I only had to give my name to their manager. For an awkward moment, I invited them to go to the beach if they could carve out time on a future visit. 
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