Book a flight ta Los Angeles International next time they're touring out this way. Crash at my house, sleep on my couch. Attend a concert. I'd let you, too. Mom might make noises of protest, but I can convince her easily that I'm not planning on doing Bad Things, because she knows full well that I'm a goody two-shoes (though, sadly, not the one with the gun).

Of course, that'd be hideously expensive, but the offer is nonetheless open!