Chapter 13
Dirty Feet: Worth It!
When we emerge from the green room, all those people who were outside are now inside, and the noise from their excited conversations is almost like a separate entity in the open space. You can feel their voices, the buzz from the anticipation of what’s coming.
And just as Adrian promised, there’s a table left of center stage marked RESERVED FOR LILY & CO.
It’s pretty awesome.
When I was little, I’d occasionally hang out backstage at my dad’s shows, thick headphones on to protect my young ears. I’d wait with Mom until it was her turn to go on for a song or two, and then one of my many “aunties” would take me to the green room and we’d hang out and watch TV or color or play Mario Kart until it was time to go home. I only traveled with them once—we stayed
