Sometimes life gives you a gift you couldn't ever imagine. Twice.
You see, a few weeks ago I found out that a new movie theatre in our town (it is the best movie theatre ever) was hosting a boy band singalong. And boy(band) oh boy(band), I wanted in on that.
But I couldn't go that night.
And then, life tries again. And this time, you don't make the same mistake. You go, and you love every second of it.
Imagine walking into the theatre, grabbing a ticket, and approaching your designated theatre only to find a man dressed in a fedora and a vest, welcoming you to the best night of your life. This wannabe boy band member is standing behind a table that is filled with props to be used during the singalong: a blow-up microphone, a balloon (to be used specifically during Dirty Pop), and a glow stick. Yes. So many times yes.
And then, finally making it into the theatre, is where complete joy is felt. You are surrounded with people exactly like you. Weird women who want to singalong to boy band music videos for two hours. Others who dance in the aisles during their favorite songs and who cheer when their favorite songs are played.
It was full of Backstreet Boys, NSYNC, NKOTB, some Hanson and Boyz to Men, along with many others. The last song (Bye Bye Bye, naturally) inspired almost everyone in the theatre to be out of their seat, dancing together at the front of the auditorium. It was both amazing and embarrassing at the same time.
I've never felt like I belonged somewhere so much.