At a decibel so loud it creates seismic tremors in the steel support beams of Reunion Arena, a crowd of 19,000, mostly female preteens and 20-somethings, let out animalistic cries of adoration. I'm one of the frenzied bodies.
Head thrown back, fist in the air, my hips gyrate to the beat like a nimble metronome. Beside me, the 50-year-old mother of my fandom-made friend, a woman I'd only met two hours ago, leans her shoulder against mine as we sing. Digital getdown!
