Crystal had been right when she said their seats were good—they were in the first row on the second level, dead center in front of the stage. With no one sitting in front of him, Larry had a clear view of the chairs set out along the Coliseum floor down below and the large stage at the far end of the arena.
Arena, wow, he thought, taking his seat. His concert T-shirt was draped over his arm as he juggled an unhealthy dinner consisting of two hot dogs, French fries, and a large soft drink. Never thought any of us would get this far. Wouldn’t Doug be jealous if he knew?
Did Doug know? Larry would’ve loved to find out, but unfortunately he’d lost touch with his old friend years earlier. Unintentionally, of course. They’d made it through college together, and through the fallout of the band,
