By Liz Tsourakis, Hillsborough High

I've made eye contact with Katy Perry,  I've been inches from Lady Gaga, and Adam Lambert blew me a kiss. Still, one of the best concerts I've been to was Maroon 5 and Train last week in Tampa.

With my Maroon 5 fan-girl friend to my left and my binocular-toting mother to my right I entered the 1-800-Ask-Gary Amphitheater with a neon pink and glittery "Future Mrs. Levine" sign. What's a concert experience with out a poster confessing your love?

The opening act, Matt Nathanson, warmed up the crowd with a call to 1-800-Ask-Gary, and the call was denied. "That's cruelty," he shouted. "We're in his house!"

Maroon 5 came out next (the bands have been alternating opening and closing on their tour). Adam Levine drove the crowd, especially me, wild. Disclaimer: I am madly in love with Levine, and his Mick Jagger moves sent me into a squealing delirium, repeatedly.

As good as Maroon 5 was, Train really stole the show. Their set was much more varied and interactive.

Pat Monahan, Train's lead singer, invited a group of girls to join him on the stage. When a gaggle of screaming 20-somethings surrounded him he advised the crowd, "If you ever get a chance to join a band, do it. It's f***ing awesome!"

A few songs into their set, Monahan walked through the crowd, serenading each and every one of us, including me in the nearly last row, with "Marry Me."

Yes, Adam, I will. But Pat Monahan's energy was so infectious, I definitely could catch a Train, too.