When I was at that in-between age not child nor quite teen, I managed to talk my way into seeing concerts for free, as one of the ushers that they hired the day of the concert (a position that paid a whole five dollars - I might add). I technically was too young to work, but I think my zeal was what caused the manager to turn a blind eye to age, and hand me the flashlight, assigning me to a section on the main floor, which later I learned was a coveted spot, as many of the rich and famous sat in those seats. For me it was an eye-opener into what it would be like to be an adult. Though I was a skinny kid dressed in my white blouse and black skirt - as an usher, I was taken seriously, followed without question, as my flashlight fluttered over brass seat notations of row and number, and I pointed the light to their seats. I felt authority in the words "This way please", and was thrilled to the core when some man or woman in their finery slipped me a tip for my service. It was one of the first times in my life that I felt powerful in the world of the adults.
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