JoJo, a fleeting spokeswoman of my tween years, performed at my school last night. My friends and I sat in the front rows of Pace University's Schimmel Center and screamed along. I was so excited that when my sister saw my Snapchats from the night, she assumed I was drinking. But I wasn't. I was just overcome by The JoJo Feels.
JoJo gave an excellent performance, with appropriate and relatable banter between songs, and her recent releases were perfectly pop. But no part of the night can compare to the four minutes we 20-year-olds spent screaming "Too Little Too Late," a song that came out when we were ten years old. In 2006 this song was released and it played on Disney Channel constantly in each of our respective hometowns—in Delaware, Jersey, Queens, Indiana, Connecticut, and on Long Island. We sang along together in honor of the lives we once lived apart from one another. Ten years ago we sang this song alone and took life too seriously. Now we sing this song together and don't take life seriously enough.
What more can I say? Music is important, guys.
Music, feelings, and a little bit of feminism.
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