Twenty Seven thousand fans are packed into Red Rock, one of the best music venues in the world. The arena is carved from a mountain of giant red rocks. The sold out crowd is watching Ben Folds rock out on the piano.
I emerge from a backstage hallway right next to the front of the stage. A security guard stops me, but lets me pass when I point to my badge. "Working", it says. I'm not working.
In front of the whole crowd, I walk across the stage. Ben Folds lifts one of his hands from the piano, locks eyes, and waves at me. A little startled, I wave back.
This isn't a significant event. He doesn't know me - he was just curiously staring at my hat from the table next to mine during dinner. John Mayer was on the other side of my table.
Still, I think back to the only other time I've given Ben Folds a second thought. He did a stunt with a group called "Improv Everywhere". I slumped in my couch and watched the video. It was amusing, and I thought it would be the last time I thought of Ben Folds.
It's that connection that fascinates me. If I were to consider likely future events with this musician in the video, I'd never think that he'd wave to me in front of 27,000 fans. Why would I ever think that? Maybe I could fathom going to one of his shows, but eating at the neighboring table in the tour's cafeteria? Being personally recognized
What about when I first read about pickup artists and dismissed it as "stupid". How could I have ever predicted that I'd live with them and steal the best one's girlfriend? In high school I heard about the tunnels under UT. Later I was on the news for breaking into them. In high school I played blackjack for the first time at project graduation. Years later I was a professional gambler. McDonalds used to be my daily haunt. Now I'm a vegan. The list goes on...
When situations like this come up, I always pause my brain and think about them. I try to consider other crazy things that might happen that I would never guess. That's a game that can't be won, of course, since the whole point is that these things can't be predicted.
What I love about these amazing insignificant events are that they constantly illustrate the unpredictable and exciting nature of life. I get excited trying to imagine the possibilities that I can't imagine. Although any given day may seem routine or ordinary, that's no guarantee that tomorrow won't be extraordinary.
Subscribe to Tynan
Get new posts sent to you. If you change your mind later, unsubscribe with one click.
You're a member of this community! Use the buttons on the right to vote on ths post or share it with others. Or leave a reply below.