t was a Wednesday afternoon in September. I sat in my anthropology class fidgeting in my chair and incessantly checking the time on my phone. I’d soon be slipping out the lecture hall to catch a train from Long Island to Manhattan. I thought back to the feeling of excitement that washed over me as I ordered the tickets for Black Pumas back in June. My anticipation for this show was unmatched, as it had already once been postponed, due to — you guessed it — COVID-19.