Tears ran down my face as I slapped the balcony. I slapped the balcony again as he played the first chords of Panic In Detroit. What a coincidence! We ( I cant believe I can say "we") were IN Detroit and he was playing the song! "Oh, god! Is this really happening?!?" I simply could not grasp the idea that he and I were in the same goddamn room. Together! What a dream it was. Behind him there was a white screen showing sketchy, colorful images of our Motor City that thumped to the beat. I fealt my heart pounding and my chest throbbing. I thought it would explode, really. I kept waving my skinny black scarf over the edge of the balcony and holding it up to my wet face. My mascara was running and my lipstick was all over my sleeve. The concert was one of the most intense nights of my life--so far. But it was not over yet.
Now, I dont know if the next moment had many people completely engulfed in the essence that is David Bowie like I was, but this one was BY FAR the most dramatic, the most powerful, and the most thought prevoking moment of the concert. The band began the pounding opening to Moonage Daydream, and that was the point where I said "Thats it, no more. I cant take any more of this dream. I almost wish it wasnt happening, so that I wouldnt be left on the banks of reality like a washed up clam afterwards." He opened his mouth and the most beautiful sound invaded my ears, then my mind. It flooded my heart. I blinked my eyes to clear the tears form my eyes so I could see streight. I opened my eyes to see one of the most amazing things that I had seen in a long time. There was Bowie, leaning towards the audience, clutching the mike, and behind him was this rising mass of red fire. It grew taller and taller, and then I saw the eyes. It was Bowie. He was on the screen and on the floor. He was lipsynching "Life On Mars?" on the screen, but that didnt matter. I was hit and I was draining. Then this powerful drum part as this moody electronic thing (which wasnt in the original recording) in the background really made me stir. Each note was perfect. On the second "Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe" he sang in a deep, penetrating voice that I will never forget. I dont know, there was really something magical about the composition of the performance for that song that really touched me too deep to pin-point. THEN, at the end of the song when everyone was standing and sweying, I knew that he was supposed to flip his wrists and make a "hand- mask", so I did it first. No one else in my area knew what I was doing. I had seen it on countless appearances and not to mention vidoes. He was not doing it at first, but when I did it, he pointed my way and began the hand motions to the song. He saw me. I know it, because it was at a really small theatre called The State Theatre and who else could he have pointed at? I saw the Bowie of now and the Bowie of then onstage together. This was the first Bowie concert of many I plan on attending. I could not have asked for more.