Recently I went to a show at the Ryman Auditorium. While I was in the restroom in that #rush just before the main act begins, I overheard a man talking to a little boy who was washing his hands at the sink next to him.
“Man, I love to see it,” he said. “The younger generation coming to the Ryman. How old are you?”
“Eleven,” the boy said.
Having started the conversation, the man wasn’t sure how to continue it. There was a brief, awkward silence. Then he said, “So…are you in a band?”