I have a bunch of friends with September birthdays, including my BFF Kasey, and LadyPantz member Dede, so as a birthday present, my boyfriend and I got 12 tickets to see Hot Chip, Passion Pit, and a very interesting Syrian musician named Omar Souleyman....
When I got to him, to high five him, he was grinning from ear to ear and laughing. He had felt the same thing I had felt. I know I sound like a huge hippie right now, but we had shared an experience that was filled with love, and we both knew it. A moment of two human beings connecting. I asked him his name and told him mine, then told him how awesome that was. He matched my every move with a beautiful note from his saxophone, and I mirrored his music with my movements. He called me sister, and thanked me for even noticing him. So many people walk by without even glancing up, he said. I told him he just made my night, and he said I had just made his, and I realized I wanted to tip him. Somehow, those moments of connectedness that I felt to this stranger, that my body felt to his music, and that he felt in return made me reach for a $20 bill.
I pulled it out of my wallet and dropped it in his case, so he couldn't see what I was giving him. I wanted him to find it later and be surprised, maybe wonder if it had been me. As I turned to leave, he said "Sister, you dropped some money out of your wallet." I turned and saw another $20 crumpled behind me. I thanked him, snatched it up and then turned back to him. I held it in my hand, knowing full well he had seen the denomination, and I asked him which he would rather have; the money I had already placed in his case, or the $20 he had just prevented me from losing. He hesitated, and I encouraged him.
"Come on! Which do you want? What's in my hand, or what's in your case?"
He looked right into my eyes, and said with such intense honesty, "What's in your hand. I'd like what's in your hand."
I asked him if he was sure. He said yes, he was sure. I reached down into his case, pulled the original $20 out and showed him, shouting "SAME THING!!!!!!" then dropped the $20 he chose into his case.
He got tears in his eyes and just started saying thank you, thank you. Thank you so much.
I love honesty. And I love to support artists. I don't have a lot of money, but giving that musician $20, when he obviously really needed it, was worth it. Money comes and money goes, but human connection is what I live for.
I loved last night, and I love today!