I took the little Sweet and two of her friends to see Coldplay Friday night for the beginning of her Quince year- I will explain this later.
I was expecting a pretty mellow pop-rock-ish kind of concert, just based on the music. I forgot the amount of underlying energy in most of their songs. Chris Martin ran around the stage like a kid hopped up on sugar. It was infectious.
We were the choir. We were the light show.
We swayed. We sang. We rocked.
We're still basking in the glow.
It was a wonderful, wonderful show.
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