I didn’t expect to go out.
Honestly, I wasn’t in any condition. I’d worked all day in the garage. I’d flung on a hoodie, a Broncos cap, soccer shorts and my Star Wars loafers. I’d intended to schlep free Wi-Fi at Harris-Teeter for a few hours while my two youngest kids babysat.
I took the invite to check out music at a Charlotte legend instead.
The theme at The Milestone that night: Reunions. All bands who took the stage at this historic and endangered music venue did so with at least two years since their previous performance together. “We got to dust this off,” one musician said after his set.
Why the ceiling and star?
Acts on stage such as Mr. Invisible absolutely killed it. People at either elbow and in front of you and back of the house were stellar. This light shone on reflective stars, illuminating stickers and graffiti that told unknown stories and in reverence to the passion on stage.
The stars stole my attention as I found my body moving and grooving involuntarily, a new friend in sight or behind me close to the stage as humanly possible.
The bright, then, extended wall to wall, out the back door and into a courtyard full of friends of each other who tossed that blanket of friendship around the boy who showed up without a shower but with room for song in his heart.