showmanship [shoh-muhn-ship]
the skill or ability of a showman; the ability to present something in an attractive manner
Synonyms include: stagecraft, exhibition

So what if we had to walk back all the way to the car because we couldn't bring cameras to the show? Where there's a will, there's always a way and we definitely had the will. Thanks to my trusty camera phone, I had small mementos of this wonderful night with JT.

A few months ago, I received an email at work from Ate Tin-Tin: "Anna, I did something really stupid. I bought us tickets to Justin's concert! AAAAHHH!" Knowing for a fact that these would not be $15 tickets I seriously asked Ate what the heck she was thinking spending THAT much on this! But she was so disappointed that she missed his last tour (with Christina Aguilera) that she said she couldn't help it. Teachers in the summer with money to spend and all the time in the world to spend it? Not a great idea.

But I'm sure glad Ate was feeling stupid that day because the concert was, of course, amazing! We've been following Justin since his MMC days, into *NSYNC, and then now on his own and one thing has not changed: his crowd-pleasing abilities.

He is a PERFORMER and natural talent through and through. His dancing and unique voice would've been enough to keep the crowd entertained, but every time he picked up his guitar or sat down at his piano, I nearly lost it. It just made his performace even more magnetic; so magnetic that we became absolutely invested in everything that he was singing out of his mouth.Truth be told, the concert was like one big clubbing scene! Everyone was dancing, people were makin' out everywhere (seriously dude, it's a concert), and the atmosphere was pure fun. Even Timbaland showed up for a 20 minute set. Justin ended the evening with a song played on his piano and then we watched him walk down the stairs, beneath the stage; no pyro to aid in a disappearing exit, no lasers to distract or hot chicks to escort him off. He performed his encore, graciously thanked the crowd, waved at every side of the Staples Center and then he was off.

Maybe I wasn't supposed to have my camera with me. Maybe it was time for me to enjoy something for once, without worrying about taking pictures to help preserve the event's memory. I didn't need pictures to remember THIS. How could I ever forget?

Until next time, JT,

KEEP YOUR SEXY ON!