One might say you're taking a risk when you go to a concert without a ticket. Well, I wasn't fortunate enough to get a ticket when they went on sale so I went to Foxboro in hot pursuit.

Showtime was at 7. I (and a friend) arrived at 2: 30 on Friday, September 29, for the first of three shows by the band of the century. Knowing the price would be a bit high, we brought extra funds. Luck was definitely not shining on us at this point, but we kept our chins up and continued searching. In the meantime the parking lot festivities had begun. People were everywhere and the excitement in the air was immeasurable. There were s still three hours until showtime.

My moment had come - my friend pranced toward me with two smiling tickets. A chill ran down my back and, let me tell you, it wasn't the temperature. The aura in the parking lot was so positive; everyone was so friendly. When I looked at my watch, I found it was 6: 55. Only five more minutes!! Do you know how long five minutes is? Almost forever.

People were swarming towards the gates like bees to honey, no, like bears to honey, no like...Well it's irrelevant. It was an insane stampede.

We ran in and scooped out our seats. We had made it. We were at the Rolling Stones concert. I was concentrating so hard on what I thought the opening song would be that I didn't notice Living Colour performing. They were fantastic and played their biggest hits, which sent the audience into a frenzy.

When the intermission came, I stood back and saw the four story set. It was unbelievable. I could only imagine how it would be used. Fifty minutes later the lights dimmed and the fans measured a 10 on the Richter scale.

Talk about a second wind, I felt as though someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on me. For the next two hours and twenty-five minutes, I felt complete "Satisfaction," while the Stones jammed some of the best songs ever created. "Play with Fire," "Ruby Tuesday," and "Brown Sugar" were music to my ears, no pun intended. "You can't always get what you want" sent the crowd into complete harmony and "Honky Tonk Woman" reversed the spell. Two sixty-foot inflated dolls filled the side stages with their thirty-foot wide derrieres. I knew the show was coming to an end. I think it was the fireworks that gave it away. A three minute fireworks display closed out the event, as did voiceless fans and lights in the air. All I could think about was: Do I have enough money to do this again Sunday?