My night at a concert resulted in unscripted chaos. And it was liberating.

In the summer of 1994, my two best friends and I bought tickets to a concert, hoping to create a lifelong memory — and maybe even experience a miracle. Janet Jackson’s world tour was in town at the local amphitheater, and rumor had it that she pulled one lucky fan onstage at every show. We scraped...

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