There I was - the historic First Avenue! I had just entered the main room of the venue, the opening band beginning to warm their instruments. I could see the passion through the lead singer’s tattered shirt - the shirt longing for a wash. I glanced down at my perfectly pressed button down. It had always been a dream of mine to be part of a band. The bassist was standing at the back of that stage swigging on a beer while joking with the other band members. I’m standing alone in crowd drinking a water. I never belonged here anyway….