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Just about everyone knows someone who has been bullied, in ways big and small. Understandably, though, many victims are reluctant to speak about their experiences. We found some who aren't.
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.