I am short. Being short isn’t a good thing in a standing room full of people over 5’2 – especially if you’re drowning in the midst of them, peeking through raised hands and swaying bodies for a precious glimpse of the main attraction, Jamie Cullum. I thought I had a good view until the Talls slowly moved in and a man sensing my plight from behind placed his hand on my shoulder and regretfully said, “It’s genetics”. Oh, screw the Tall gene, I thought. After forty-five minutes of dodging flailing arms, neck straining, and tip-toeing my friend managed to create a small clearing where I was able to see the entire band. “I can see! I can finally see!” I exclaimed. “Heck, I can even read what’s on Jamie’s shirt!” I savored the visual stimuli as much as I could, thinking that where I stood was the best it was going to be – until Mr. Cullum made a gesture for the audience to part down the middle, and with his entourage in tow, made his way toward the center of the floor to play an intimate rendition of Cry Me a River. Whoa. It got even better when he announced for those who are short to come to the front. “He’s summoning your people,” my friend said. “And so he is!” And with that, I proudly elbowed my way to my rightful place and got THE best view EVER of an incredible, soul stirring performance. *sigh* That night, it felt so good to be short!