My “tweenage” dream

June 25th, 2014

It isn’t often in life that our dreams come true. All, even most of them probably never will, but some of them do, every once-in-a-while.

Earlier this month, I was lucky enough to have two dreams come true at once.

In the early 2000′s, The Backstreet Boys were a Big Deal for tweens. The first question us nearly-teenage ladies would ask each other upon meeting was often “Backstreet Boys or *NSYNC?”

Backstreet Boys vs *NSYNC was a bigger deal for us than “Packers” vs “Vikings.”

I was a Backstreet Boys fan.

And in 2003, when Avril Lavigne’s first album, “Let Go” hit, it became the soundtrack of my life. I played it on my stereo at home. I listened to it on my CD player with my headphones. Her songs played on the radio in the car, on the bus and in the mall.

My friends and I had every word of her songs memorized in no time at all.

Being able to see either a Backstreet Boys concert or an Avril Lavigne concert would have been my ultimate dream at that point.

But big stars didn’t come near small-Midwestern towns. And my parents would not have taken me to a concert at that age.

Little did I know, singing off-key at the top of my lungs into a hairbrush looking in the mirror, that in 2014, a miracle would happen.

Avril Lavigne joined the Backstreet Boys as a “Very Special Guest” this summer, as the BSB wrapped up a world tour.

They were going to be at the Xcel Energy Center on June 10. My roommate, another friend and I bought tickets, and prepared for all our childhood dreams to be fulfilled.

To make a long story very, very short, they were.

It may not necessarily make sense that seeing Nick Carter gyrate for the camera that put him on the large screens–the only way the BSB were really visible in any detail thanks to our far-away seats–should make some piece of my life more complete, but somehow, I feel like it did.

It may just be a silly childhood dream, to see them and Avril Lavigne perform live. But it’s one that came true–and I never thought it would until the day i bought the tickets.

It’s not the depth or the seriousness of the dream that counts, for me. It’s the fact that it came true.

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