I was there. Its funny, I was just thinking about this the other day.

I was going to go to the show by myself, but I wound up going with a friend of mine, now my husband. He was going to sit in the car, but I decided to see if I could get him a ticket. I'll never forget when I walked up to the window and asked if there were any tickets left, and was told I could have 2 seats on the floor. Thinking I was just very lucky, I bought them. I'm glad I didn't go by myself. Being on that floor was just scary. I refused to leave. When the booing and chanting and cursing started, I crossed my arms, and just waited. I watched people leave, and shook my head. Sure, I was nervous. But I came there to see a concert, and I wasn't going anywhere. When the stage was being packed up, my heart finally sank. I still didn't want to leave. Then came the binoculars, and the sodas, popcorn, and whatever else. And people were pulling up the chairs on the floor. It was so surreal. I was just frozen. My husband had to pick me up to get me to move. He carried me off the floor and over the wall. We made our way outside, and it just made me sad to see so many people so pissed off. Outside was just as crazy. I couldn't remember where I parked, so we had to walk around the building twice. I remember passing people with t-shirts in a pile on the ground that were on fire. Then the police came, and the helicopters came. I was very thankful when I got into my car. The whole thing just didn't seem real. I'll never forget that night, and how angry and upset I was.