“Grab the beach bag. I’ve got the camera.” “What time is it?” “2 a.m. Come on; we can’t miss it.” “This is your thing, Paul. Not mine.” “But we can do this together. I promise it will be good.” I sat up and grabbed my ponytail band and bound my hair up. Paul collected his camera bag and started putting drinks in our little cooler. “Where are we going?” “I scouted the best spot to capture the show. We are going out on the pier.” I threw on a sundress over my naked body. “We can’t go there. That’s inside...