I couldn't get tickets to see SAm at House of Blue in Boston so I sat outside on the sidewalk all night singing along with every track. A security guard saw me and we chatted, and he let me know that Sam would be leaving through a certain door at the end of the night and that people would line up there to see them go. I ended up meeting Sam, getting a selfie, and having the best conversation with them. They were my favorite artist and were saving me during my first true heartbreak that year.