It was 1999. I was around 14 or 15 years old and an aspiring journalist. My friend Dan Wootton and I would write stories and take photos for the youth page of the Dominion Post. Our editor always used his hands when describing us as a journalism duo: "Dan's Pick/Brooke's Take" (and we would always wonder if it didn't seem more obvious for it to be "Brooke's Pic/Dan's Take").
I was pretty excited when my first serious photographic assignment came up: to document the concert of the band Live (remember Lightning Crashes and The Dolphins Cry, etc) with the band Sugar Ray (the name of their big song escapes me) at the Queens Wharf Events Centre in Wellington.
I got Dad's Nikon (film) camera and my fancy press pass, and caught the train from my home in Lower Hutt into town.
I don't remember much about the show itself other than feeling super-cool and slightly superior being right in front of the stage in the press pit, with my bright orange MEDIA pass stickered to my top while I clicked away and got creepy smiles from the Sugar Ray bass player.
The comedown happened hard and fast the next day when I tried to wind the film and the spool was loose. I took the camera into a camera shop to get it fixed and retrieve the film, where I received the devastating news that there was no film in the camera.