That brings back memories too. My youngest daughter around nine back in the 90s in Sacramento suburbs became best friends with this pretty little afro American and Spanish girl. She like my daughter was into music. A few years later as they stayed over night back and forth she wanted to stay over and go with her friend to a concert. I said who’s playing? The girl.. Keeping her name out of it. Said my grandma. What’s her last name ? Jackson. They went and they both got pointed out by grandma on stage.
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