Still thinking about the Ghosttown loss. I think it's a great song, probably her best single in the past decade aside from Crave and Medellin. But it's also very personal to me. Remembering that moment at the Rebel Heart tour in Toronto when she came to my side of the heart stage. I reached out to grab her hand and she reached out... and grabbed the hand of the guy beside me. So Miranda Priestley. So Madonna. But being ignored by Madonna is almost better than being acknowledged by her (or, maybe being ignored is her acknowledging you). And the joy of You Tube is that it lives on forever. You can't really see it but it starts around 1:23-ish. Even better is around 1:50 I can see my titled head singing and bopping along with Madonna to Ghosttown. Just seeing myself in the same frame as Madonna is still not something I haven't truly grasped. I don't need to tell any of you how amazing and euphoric a Madonna show is (and if you haven't seen her live, I hope one day you do get the chance). It's almost difficult to explain how incredible it is to see her live. You feel... elevated. I had been a fan for just over 30 years at that point (2015) but seeing her that close was incredibly emotional for me. I remember when I got to my seat I literally refused to move because I knew I would be pushed out (and believe me, people tried. It is Madonna, after all). It literally took me a lifetime to get to that moment. I was going through a lot in my personal life at the time (harassment and bullying), but seeing Madonna was one of those moments that reminded me the joys of life. At the time I felt incredibly alone and uncertain, but that night, I felt alive.