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Sam Schneider
My name is Sam Schneider and I live in Nebraska. When I heard that Harry
Connick Jr. was coming to Lincoln I called my sister, who went to college
there, and made her promise me that she would get tickets. She only knew
of him through my CD collection, so she didn't really make a great effort
to find tickets. When we finally arrived, I noticed that we were sitting
clear in the back of the concert hall. I was disappointed at the
time, but when Harry came out I realized that no seat was a bad seat for
any of his concerts. He came out in a Nebraska football jersey and the
crowd went wild. He played all of his songs from "She" and then paused
for his band to take a rest. "What do y'all want to do?" he asked. I
screamed "Sing Danny Boy!" The audience, of course knowing his beautiful
rendition of the Irish song from the movie Memphis Belle, cheered in
agreement. At first he was reluctant, but we didn't back down. And then
as if it were planned, the lights went low and he sang the song. The
whole audience melted with delight. Then he even brought his dog out on
stage for us to meet. It was such a wonderful evening. He seemed so
friendly and personal.
To end his two-hour long performance, he started in on "Here Comes the
Big Parade." I noticed someone climbing up on stage. So I grabbed my
sister and we ripped through the aisles towards Harry. He came right up
to us and waved. He helped me up on stage and said "He's got the right
idea!" Then he danced with everyone as they jumped up on the stage. He
asked us to talk with him after the show on his bus. My sister and I and
a few other people talked with Harry for at least 30 minutes. I got his
autograph and his picture. But the thing that tickled me most was the
fact that my sister, who had barely even heard of Harry prior to the
concert, was now in love with his music.
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