Something in the air made for a fab show

Dear Sir Paul McCartney:

Thanks for stopping by the other day. People are still talking about your concert, especially one 18-year-old girl.

Which is why I am writing today.

Burgon Jensen might be your biggest fan in the world, even though you've got age spots that are older than she is — further proof that your music has withstood the test of time.

You've got a half-century on her, and she missed the Beatles and John altogether. Doesn't matter. She's got a severe latent case of Beatlemania — 50 years later. She knows all things McCartney and the Beatles. She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah. When she had a crown placed on one of her molars, she chose one that has a likeness of your face on it. Bite me.

And yet she has never seen you. Not even a photo. She's been blind since 4.

She has barely heard your voice. She has been deaf most of her life. She received a cochlear implant a couple of years ago, which allows her to hear fairly well, although sometimes people sound like cartoon voices or swirling white noise, not unlike the end of "Hey Jude" and "A Day in a Life."

Something about the Beatles and McCartney captured her heart when she was a little girl.

"It spoke to her the first time she heard Paul's music," says Kate, Burgon's mother. "She could hear a little of it with hearing aids and headphones. There was a connection there. When she was lonely and frustrated, she would listen to the Beatles."

Her lifelong dream was to "see" you in concert, which seemed highly unlikely. Then one afternoon, Kate heard a squeal from the back of the house. "They're lying!" Burgon shouted. "They're lying!"

"Who's lying?" Kate asked.

"The radio said Paul McCartney is coming."

"That's got to be a mistake. He wouldn't come here."

"That's what it said. I've got to go!"

McCartney was coming to, of all places, Sandy, to perform in the Real Salt Lake soccer stadium. Kate bought tickets for her family at $45 each, about 10 rows from the top of the stadium. The stage looked like a postage stamp from there. She wanted Burgon to have better seats, but she couldn't afford to shell out $250 or more for the privilege. They needed HELP!

When Trey Fitz-Gerald, RSL's director of marketing and communications, heard about Burgon, his response was immediate: We Can Work It Out. He took it straight to the top, to Dave Checketts, the owner of the RSL soccer team. Sure, Checketts has bills to pay and he's got to fill the stadium to make ends meet, which is why he hosts concerts there in the first place. But he didn't even flinch. He gave Fitz-Gerald the OK, and just like that, Burgon and her parents had seats on Row 13. It was Burgon's Shea Stadium. Imagine. She felt like Twisting and Shouting.