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People say you never forget your first time. In my case, that's true. I had just turned 21. My boyfriend made dinner reservations for us at a romantic (i.e., candles on the table) Italian restaurant. We ordered a bottle of Mateus Rose to go with our meal, then another. He pointed to his wallet, said he something else special planned - and pulled out tickets for us to see Chicago in concert. Yay!
Then came an even bigger surprise. I've been on stage with many bands at least once, and with one band many, many times 
, but my very first time was with Chicago. Being that close to the band, feeling the warmth of the stage lights, looking out at the audience, dancing. Yes! I was giddy with excitement, glowing from the Mateus Rose, might have even sparked up.
, but my very first time was with Chicago. Being that close to the band, feeling the warmth of the stage lights, looking out at the audience, dancing. Yes! I was giddy with excitement, glowing from the Mateus Rose, might have even sparked up.
Which explains how I got on stage in the first place. Our tickets were great. But. I. Wanted. More. So, I went for it - left my seat, ran down the aisle, jumped up and, presto! There I was on stage with Chicago! For about 10 seconds. Then security scooped me up and plopped me back into the audience.
So, yeah, I'll never forget my first time. Even though it didn't last long. What was yours like? Love you! 
Posted : June 24, 2026 2:30 pm