The Ride Home from the Celtic Thunder Concert

I sat beside Lindsay in the back seat of a mini-van, smiling and giddy. Lindsay's mom and three other friends filled up the rest of the seats.
I was giddy because I had just seen one of my favorite bands, Celtic Thunder, at the Hershey Theater. Beside me, Lindsay was humming an Irish tune. I joined in.
"Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side..." we sang together.
"Wasn't Damian's voice amazing as he sang Home?" I asked after we finished singing.
Lindsay replied, "It certainly was, although that Keith Harkin sings much better..."
"What?!" I yelped, "No way!"
"Oh yes he does..." Lindsay began, and then we started laughing.
"They're both fabulous Celtic singers. Let's not get into a fight about which band member is better," I said.
"Okay," Lindsay agreed, but then whispered, "but Keith is far superior..."
I glared at her and then grinned. My mind soon began to wander back to the concert. It had been amazing. It was my first concert I had ever seen. I had cheered along with the rest of the audience as the velvet curtains swung aside to reveal the Celtic Thunder members: Damian, Keith, Ryan, Paul, George, and Neil.
I was pulled back to the present as Lindsay said dreamily, "Abigail, we were breathing the same air that they were..."
I laughed and watched the passing lights of the cars outside the window. It had been a fabulous night that I would always remember.