Two years ago, Florence and the Machine were on tour. I remember clearly looking at the tour dates, seeing her in the Boardmasters lineup, and impulsively booking tickets before my mind could catch up.
I had never been so bold. No plan in place to get to Cornwall, just a determination to see a musician I was absolutely obsessed with. It felt surreal.
For years, I had adored Florence and the Machine, playing her music on repeat for hours. I remember thinking, “I must see her perform before I die.”
Perhaps it’s a bit morbid, but I never truly believed it would happen… Yet suddenly, there I was, with the means to buy tickets and commit to making this dream a reality.
I worked tirelessly that year to make the trip happen—to ensure I would stand before a stage that would soon hold a performance I’d never forget.
Her show was more beautiful than I could have imagined. It’s still a dreamlike experience. Standing in the cold rain with my husband, completely overcome with emotion and not knowing what to do with myself, became one of my most treasured memories.
I often think about that entire journey together. Experiences shared with people you love are priceless. I would do anything to return to those moments and live them all again.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and can still feel the rain on my skin, hear her voice soaring above the crowd, and sense my husband’s hand in mine.
In that moment, I wasn’t just watching Florence; I was learning that dreams don’t always stay dreams. Sometimes, they stand before you in the pouring rain, singing your heart back to you.
