10.8

I remember these stairs. The last time I walked up and down these was for a Nine Inch Nails concert, not including this visit. One of many of his shows that I’ve attended, and not my first concert at this venue. And I must admit that it wasn’t the most impressive show ever. Lollapalooza still takes number one.

I came here with my boyfriend at that time. And we were both huge fans, so even though we knew an indoor show wouldn’t be nearly as good, we had to come. And we had to buy some merch. Which was right at the top of these stairs. I’m pretty sure I still have that shirt. Somewhere.

These stairs were definitely my downfall. I hate stairs. I always have, and will always. But the Palace has a shit ton of stairs. And it sucks. At least they aren’t all crumbly. Concerts here would not be worth it. Unless they end with Hurt.

10.7

I remember dancing down on that floor. Well, the basketball floor. They pull that up when big crowds like this occur. But this was back in high school, when I was finally comfortable with my dancing abilities. We joined together with our sister Academy about an hour away. Our company had been invited to perform during the halftime show of one of the WMBA games.

Now, I’m not big into sports. So I’m not even sure what teams were playing, but I still thought this was a big deal. Normally we just did little performances at the local high school or traveled to some state competitions. But this was big. Even though the seats were far from full, this was definitely more than we had ever performed for. Well, that I had performed for.

It wasn’t meant to be anything precise or competition worthy. We threw the piece together last minute and went to have fun. We needed the experience, and none of us regret putting in those extra hours of practice.