I wormed my way through the mosh crowd which, even fourty-five minutes before the opening act would play their set, was pressed up tight against the stage, maybe hoping for even one glimps of the band that they had come to see, Switchfoot. It was November first, and the air felt a little chilly in the stadium. Nothing I wasn't used to, though. Colorado weather tends to be a hair cooler than San Diego.

Ignoring the cries and exclamations of protest and envy from the men, women, and teens around me, I flashed my VIP pass to the yellow-clad security guard to the left of the crowd barrier, and pulled myself up on the stage.

I had no idea who the opening act even was, but they had some pretty sweet gear, I must say that. My gaze quickly swept over the mess of amps, and cords as I crossed stage left with a purposeful stride, and clattered down the left wing stairs, into the melee that was the preparation for a gig.

I recognized a handful of Switchfoots roadies, people that I had seen at other concerts I had been to. A gang of teens a few years older than me were hanging around near the crowd barrier, chatting animatedly with some fans who were hanging over the edge. I imagined them to be the opening act.

"Good bunch of kids." A familiar voice stated from somewhere behind and above me, "Loads of talent. I don't think they'd make very good Toa, however!"

"JON!" I whipped around, and was pulled into a gruff one-armed hug. The elder Foreman looked the same, alright. Every hair on his head was in place, even as he was practically bouncing up and down with pleasure at seeing me again. Khaki pants, and polo shirt..yep, this was Jon.

He never really, 'dressed up' for a gig as a girl would define it. I had been to other shows to hang with him and the boys, and had even seen him wear just plain old jeans and a T-shirt. Somehow no matter what he was wearing, he had the unnatural ability to wrap whatever crowd he was playing to around his finger.

At that moment, there was an eruption of screams behind me, and I turned around again, cricking my neck in the process. As I stood there, rubbing it piteously Jon waved cheerily at the mass of screaming fans, who were suddenly and with success trying to break down the crowd barrier.

Jon executed a quick bow as the security peoples rushed in to subdue to beast that is a crowd, and grinned at me.

"Come on, Kid, the others are in the back."