Daughter was in Big Midwestern City this weekend, going to a concert that featured 60 bands and lasted two days. I figured that she would have her cell phone off during the concert and did not expect to hear from her. But yesterday, the phone rang, and I picked it up to hear loud music pouring forth, a song that sounded familiar to me since it is one that our household boy band plays often. I could hear Daughter yelling into the phone: "Put the boys on!"
I handed the phone off to my son, who listened to the whole song, smiling. He couldn't talk to Daughter - there is no way she could have heard him - but I could tell he was pleased that she was thinking of him. The same thing happened again today. My sons all grabbed different phone in the house and happily listened to a concert song from hundreds of miles away. At the end of the song, they hung up, since two-way communication was not at all possible.
I tried to picture the scene at the concert. Thousands of people crammed altogether in a big outdoor park in blistering hot weather, everyone dumping water over their heads, a band playing, and thousands of teenagers calling friends to let them know they were thinking about them during certain songs. How many cell phones were gathered in that one place? I am trying to imagine just how many teenagers scattered across the country got cell phone calls over this weekend, all connected to that one concert.
I could tell that my sons were pleased that their sister was thinking about them, that somehow those phone calls were important to them. I guess it was silly for me to expect that she would be buying postcards ....