Ok, so here's the story:

My aunt took me and my two cousins, Steven and Andrew, to the Patriot Center (where the concert was being held) at around 3. The concert started at 8 (supposedly, but it really started around 8:40)and the doors would open at 6. There were already a few people there (some had even camped out). I sat there and waited for about an hour and a half, talking to some fans. Then I got really bored and went for a walk. Thank god I did. I went up to a ledge, where a girl was watching a small crowd below. I looked down, too, and there was a tall guy in a black outfit, talking to some people by the tour busses. I knew it was Billy. "Is that him?" I asked the girl. She said she thought it was, but was too nervous to go down to make sure. I started shaking really hard, but ran as fast as my numb legs could take me down to Billy. I almost fell down a stone stairway, but when I finally made it to the crowd, there he was...Billy. Just talking to some people like a normal guy. But it felt surreal. I stood there, from about 12 feet away, and watched in awe. I talked to some people, and I almost fell because I was shaking so hard. After a few minutes, I realized I had to talk to him before he went back in, so I made my way to the front of the crowd, with the help of some guys. I didn't know what to say to him, so I screamed "Billy" to get his attention. Then when he looked at me (!!!)I commented on the Letterman performance the night before. That got a conversation going. And I think I actually made him laugh, with something I said about Letterman being a boring old bastard. So then he reached out, and I shook, well, kind of just rubbed his hand. His fingers are really long and soft and I felt like if I held his hand too hard, it would break. Then I stepped back (I was like 1 foot away from him) and watched him talk to some other people. He smelled like soap, and he was wearing a black sweater and slinky black pants. Woah, he looked good...he has really beautiful eyes. And he speaks very well, man, he radiates intelligence. Ok, anyway, soon, he said they needed him for a sound check and had to go. He waved goodbye to everyone, and in return, everyone stared in awe as he turned around and walked away. I, like an idiot, did not bring a camera because I knew it would be confescated. So I asked this guy to send me some pictures, and gave him my address...and he of course did NOT send them to me...(if you are reading this...you know who you are...send me the god damn pictures!!!).

Now for the concert itself. I waited in line after that, stunned. To pass the time, I talked to some fans (incidentally, one was canadian). After what seemed like days, they opened the doors, and my aunt, cousins and I ran like mad to find a good spot. And we did, fourth row. But when everyone started standing up, I fought my way to front row, befriended some guys and girls there, and grabbed onto the bar.