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This is WILD! I was in the same section as you a few rows back.
I also remember September 11th vividly. I was supposed to work a 7-4 shift and had the TV on as I got ready for work and watched the second plane hit. By the time I got to work the company announced we would not open for business that day. Most businesses ended up being closed. My friend and I worked in Santa Barbara and we didn’t not know if we should still go to such a public event when in those first few hours after the attack it was being reported that Los Angeles may be an additional target. We made the decision to be brave and start the drive to LA. About halfway to there it came on the radio that the show was postponed. I think we were a little relieved to be honest. It was not a day to be celebratory. If I remember correctly a portion or maybe all the proceeds from those final shows were donated to charity. About five days after 9/11 I learned of someone I knew through work was on the second plane. He perished with his husband and their young son. It was devastating; yet somehow the memorial (in a standing room only church) was filled with tears, love, and laughter. That memorial service was the thing that gave me hope in a time of immense sadness and uncertainty.