She was the last person you'd expect to see at a Ben Folds concert: an awkward, gangly teenage girl dressed for church in a carnation-pink dress and white cardigan. The hem of the dress is gingham and printed with cheerful green frogs and butterflies--it's a dress that could easily belong to a six year old. The hem is just shy of being too short, and the whole outfit makes her conspicuous amongst the hipsters in aviator glasses and sorority sisters in club gear. I think she's here to see Ben with her mom.
Dashing Husband and I take our seats to the left of the stage, and I watch as The Girl in the Frog Dress takes a place on the floor. I leave to get a concert t-shirt and find myself in line behind The Girl in the Frog Dress. She has an enormous white bow in her hair; I imagine it's a sail. Like me, she is there for a concert t-shirt, but it's impossible to imagine her wearing something so...normal.
The show begins and I continue to watch The Girl in the Frog Dress. She knows all the words to every song, even the most recent releases. When Ben comes to the left side of the stage, she screams and jumps up and down and waves as if she's just seen the Beatles. I love him too, but my love is nothing compared to this tennage hero worship. I watch her hold her camers way over her head and fire it in the direction of the stage, something she does numerous times.
She sways and waves and tugs her cardigan back over her slender shoulders, the giant bow on her head sailing far above the crowd. I watch her sing along and cover a shocked "O" mouth with her hand when Ben says, "fuck." She giggles and turns to her mom, the happiest fan girl in the world.
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