Once a year, it is a sacred tradition for me to do something completely stupid, or completely genius. It is mostly for the adrenaline rush. So as I woke up from crying myself to sleep the previous night, the best idea I’ve had since dying struck me.
A week ago, I had bought a ticket for Vincent’s concert, before I remembered as Amelia; I probably wouldn’t need tickets and just had to ask Vincent for a reservation or something.
Nevertheless, I kept the ticket. The concert is today.
Are you seeing what I’m trying to make you visualize?
Going to Vincent’s concert as Amelia would undoubtedly be boring and uncomfortable. For one, I wouldn’t be able to interact with fellow fans if I’m sitting in the foremost rows. And then again even if I could interact with them, the prejudice of me being A
