Yellow Jacket
1986 July 12
There was no sleep to be had last night; my excitement, impatience, and anticipation kept me awake. I wonder what songs will be played, what kind of atmosphere there will be. It's my first concert, and what better way to pop my concert cherry than with Queen. I drink my second cup of coffee and watch the sun come up as I sit in my kitchen; wondering what the day will bring. It's not the warmest, but it's not too cold either. Not a cloud in the sky, a nice breeze, and the beautiful sun; a perfect day for a concert. I decide to wear a tee shirt, jeans, and white adidas tennies. Going for a walk to settle my nerves sounds like a great idea, and I have plenty of time before the concert starts, but I decide that making the walk to Wembley now wouldn't hurt anything. Before I leave my flat, I pocket my wallet, ticket, and keys; I plan on grabbing a snack on my way there, and I know that I won't be back before the concert begins. I lock up behind me, and I begin the long walk to Wembley; stopping briefly at the first food shop I come across for breakfast.
