A journal entry of my 13 year old self reads, “…be the entertainer, not the entertained…”. Twenty-seven years later, I am sitting with my 13 year old son at his first rock concert. Weezer, a band that spans both my generation and his, has whipped the crowd into a frenzy. I laugh as I catch myself analyzing camera positions, lighting, staging, projection mapping, and all the other production elements. I am jealously staring at the team standing behind the sound and video consoles, wishing I was down there on headset.

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“Camera 4, pan right. Stage lights down. Scenic light set to bass beat. Graphics to camera 4. Go!” The crowd explodes as the crew exchanges high-fives, spiking the proverbial football on the game-winning touchdown.

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I’m snapped back into the present moment as Weezer pounds out another electrifying chord progression in E-Major. I laugh at myself, thinking that earning the headset on something like this is within my reach. But wait, is it? My inner monologue says with a smirk, “Oh boy, here we go, the sprouting of a new goal!” Well, because of Silver Fox, it is a possibility. Being surrounded by amazingly talented people and partners, I know we can make anything happen. Do I flip the coin into that bucket I’ve emptied so many times before? My inner 13 year old just did.