Land of Sugar I’m not usually the kind of girl that latches onto superstitious thoughts. I don’t mind walking under ladders. I don’t think breaking a mirror is going to give me seven years of bad luck. I highly doubt black cats that decide to follow me are out to get me, and I don’t see a problem with opening an umbrella indoors. Still, this fall break I couldn’t seem to shake the idea that there was some sort of divine intervention at play. Fate seemed determined to stop me from making it to the land of sugar. The land of sugar is a magical place where people are stuck like glue and hearts beat like incredible machines. On October 7 it was in St. Louis at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater. I on the other hand, had very little hope of making it to this spectacular place. On October 6 my best friend and I woke up ecstatic to go on the mini vacation we’d started planning for ourselves 2 months ago. We were finally going to see the Sugarland concert. After witnessing the stage collapse at the Indiana State Fairgrounds we were sure the only way we could make peace with things would be to actually see the show. Unfortunately, the show didn’t seem to want to see us. Absolutely EVERYTHING that could go wrong that day did. The phone we’d programmed all of our destinations into broke, the car we were going to drive wouldn’t start, our attempt at renting a car turned into a 3 hour fiasco, and by the end of the night all of the enthusiasm we’d started the morning with had been drained. When we finally got to St. Louis it was dark, cold, and our hotel had an $18 a night parking fee that we’d had no idea about. Awesome. Needless to say we went to bed early that night. We were certain that the next day would hold more unforeseen disasters. Fortunately our suspicions were wrong. At 7:30 a quiet rumble stirred amongst the crowd, the silhouette of two amazing performs lit up, and an insanely mesmerizing sound filled the air. We’d finally made it to the land of sugar. There was no fancy stage or stellar light show. All of that equipment had been destroyed. There was however something better. There was a sense of unity. Cheers tore through the crowd at the sight of a woman holding a sign proclaiming “I’m from Indy and I’m OK”. This show wasn’t about theatrics. It was about mending what had been broken in the wake of a tragedy. It was a testament to the healing that comes naturally when music is performed from the heart. The land of sugar was definitely sweet. “as if making it to the land of sugar once wasn’t sweet enough, I get to go again. On October 28th Sugarland is hosting a free concert in Indy at Conseco fieldhouse. They honored previous ticket holders by giving them early access to the free show tickets. I can’t wait to take another adventure. Hopefully this time fate doesn’t decide to step in, because after seeing the last show, I like the woman in the audience, am OK.”