(As originally published on LinkedIn)
“Watch and emulate, watch and emulate…”
…I mumbled to myself as I lined up next to the other photographers, waiting to be let into the photo pit.
My 12-year-old son was tucked right next to me as I tried to smuggle him as close to the stage as I could.
We were escorted by security into the ‘pit.’ I held the borrowed digital SLR camera clumsily in my hand as I left my son just outside, right next to the stage and a female security guard. I could see him and Linkin Park at the same time. Nobody gets abducted on my shift.
I tried not to show signs of nervousness as I sneaked furtive glances at the ‘real’ photographers. They were relaxed and chatting with each other with no sign of fear. This was their world.
I, however, was sweating bullets…on the inside.
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