Hi Anne, I know just what you are saying, I am from an extremely small town in Nevada, I now live in Reno, but I went to great lengths to see Sting at the Greek Theater in Berkeley, in '85, my parents had the only resturant in town and I was a really crappy waitress, but I saved all my tips and bought new tires for my friend's car, and we drove down there. I bought some roses from a street vendor that smelled very badly of tuna fish and I gave 20.00 to a girl in front of me, I don't know why, I thought I would have a better chance of getting closer, but it was general admission and anyway, my best-friend and I weren't close to the stage, but when he walked out, and please don't think I'm retarded, but it was like the hand of God pushed my friend and I through the crowd and we were right on the barrier, and I threw my fishy smelling roses at Sting and they hit him in the leg. No big deal there, but Branford came up later and Sting was right next to him and I did get to reach up and touch Sting's shoe and he was wearing Reebox and I screamed that I loved him with tears coarsing down my face. Very attractive I am sure. Anyway, that's my big Sting story. Thanks, Susy