Every type of girl imaginable made their way to Station Square on Wednesday, August 25. I saw women my mom’s age, women my grandma’s age, and girls young enough to know more about Justin Beiber than the band about to take the stage. “Will you marry me?” t-shirts were abundant. I even saw a pregnant chick with a crop top on and permanent marker on her bare belly that said, “Sign my baby.”

Eventually, after enough screaming and squealing from the audience, a little boy in a cowboy hat came wandering out onto the stage to welcome everyone, thank them for coming, and introduce his dad’s boy band(re-read that phrase and soak it in…his *dad’s* *boyband?*). Cute as it might have been, talk about a buzz kill for anyone trying to pretend it was still 1997 and all of the Backstreet Boys were up for grabs.