It was just a typical Saturday.

I was picking up a pizza to take home to my brothers. We were going to spend the night in, watching Netflix. I was on my way home when my phone rang. It was my godfather. I thought he was going to ask me to babysit.

Boy, was I wrong.

I answered the phone, and he said, "I have two tickets to see Kane Brown and Chris Young tonight. Do you want them?"

My jaw dropped, and my phone almost followed. But I caught it with just enough time to let out, in a shrill voice, "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

He laughed. "Yes, I'll send them over to you."

I was floating.

I called my brother, who not only got my good looks, but also my good taste in music. My enthusiasm was matched by his screams blowing out my eardrums. It was six o'clock, and the show started at 7:30 at the Mann Center of Performing Arts, which was about an hour away.

We rushed to get ready and set off, fueled by cloud nine and country music.

We made it in one piece, and just in time. We found our seats, which were floor seats by the way. We could practically taste the musicians' sweat.

The lights dimmed as Kane Brown walked out on stage. The audience roared. The music matched its sound.

Then his voice, like honey, soothed the screams of a thousand hearts as "Found You" began.

His set was amazing, and just when I thought it couldn't get better, he blew me away all over again.

He sang some of my absolute favorites, like "Used To Love You Sober," "Lose It" and "What Ifs." And when my favorite song, "Heaven," came on, he did something extraordinary.

He invited two little boys up on stage to sing with him, and they were precious!

It made the entire show that much more magical.

He was a dream, but like all dreams, the concert came to an end eventually.

Kane Brown left me, voice hoarse and heart full. We waited, our energy high until the lights went low once more.

And if I wasn't swooning before, I was now.

Chris Young's vocals struck a chord in me that I didn't even know existed, but it's still vibrating inside of me.

His set sent a wave across the audience. He has a way of synchronizing your senses in perfect harmony with his song.

The crowd was on its feet the entire time, bodies swaying and hearts bursting.

I looked over at my little brother and felt his smile like I felt my own.

After the encore, the lights raised once more and we floated through the last electric pulses that buzzed through the room.

In that moment, I was totally content.

I've been to many concerts before, but there's nothing quite like the experience you get when you get a little country.