Let me start by saying that I absolutely cannot possibly love JC Chasez any more than I already do. Even if I had the ultimate Mary Sue fantasy where we met and it was love at first sight and he woke me up with breakfast in bed every day. I love him, absolutely adore him. He's the sweetest boy alive, truly. Also, as my mother would have said, he has a beautiful head of hair. Hell, he has a beautiful head, period. The big screen is my friend!
I need to get to bed, but some stuff first that I'll elaborate on more after I get some rest. The funny thing about this is that I actually put my NSync Chunky Memo Book in my purse, along with a baby blue sparkle gel pen, for this purpose. Teeny fan girl moment!
Before I start, my seat was crap. Well, it was floor, which was good, but back a bit (row DD!), so I had to stand on my toes when they weren't on the riser in the back, or the ramps on the side. Much sadness. Good part? PRIMO SEAT FOR THE OVERHEAD RAMP THING. I was right beside the curved part in the back. JC...oh my God, JC. Also, that thing comes much closer to the ground than I thought. Eye contact successfully made with JC (whee!) and Justin (whee!). Very brief eye contact with Lance, who seemed to prefer gazing out at the far seats. I think I had eye contact with Chris, but I was still dazzled by the JC goodness at that point.
On with the memories!
Off the Bus
1) As I pulled into the venue, a bus was backing into the garage area. You guessed it...them. I park (primo spot by the way, and ended up not having to pay!), and because I'm on my own, decide that for once in my teeny fan girl life, I'm going to hang out by the bus area. Whee! I did! It was interesting, though not too exciting, at that point. I'm not sure how long I hung out before I decided to try my luck at the ticket counter. Purchased aforementioned Row DD on the floor, and head back to the bus area. While I'm walking, there are some older guys in front of me. I glance at them, then away, then back. Yep. Joey's dad, about five feet from me. I think about saying, "Hi, Mr. Fatone," but don't, as that seems familiar and invasive. I'm weird. Because I'm younger and smaller than Fatone Sr., and I've got an entourage of one (me!), I reach the bus area before he does. A few minutes later, here he comes, and I think Joey's mom was with him. So the Not So Boyband entourage goes by, again, about five feet from me. I smile at Joey's maybe-mother as she walks by. Suggestion to Mr. Fatone: Cut your hair.
2) While standing at the bus area, enduring weirdo fans standing close by (I draw the odd ones), a skinny, raggedy-looking dude walks by. Tony Lucca, ladies and gentlemen. He's really working the Dixie-scrunge! No one recognized him but me. Thought about saying, "Tony! Have a good show!" but didn't. Again, invasive and familiar. I'm obviously not cut out for meeting celebrities.
These won't come in order because I wrote them in a jumble. Just things I noticed while standing at the buses.
A bus pulled in with a cardboard sign "#7 Compton" in the door window. Interesting.
The driver of the bus parked closest to me unfolded one of those silver sun reflectors across the windshield, then propped a sign in front of it that said, "Chemically Wasted Area." Also in the window well - a rubber duck. Hm.
The driver of the Chemically Wasted bus went to one of the other buses and came back with a bag and a Welcome mat. He put the Welcome mat on the ground in front of the door. Raised eyebrow.
Same guy comes out of the bus with a bag of trash - bottles, because it clanked like crazy when he set it down. He leaned close to the fence and threw something through, but didn't say a word. A few teenie hos nearby pretended to be ultracool before strolling to pick it up. It looked like a fruit snack pass, which was confirmed when her friend asked her about it, and she said, "Lance." I wanted to howl with laughter! It was wasted on the girl, though, because I don't think she knew that's what it was. She kept it, though. ;-)
3) A couple of times I see a guy in a (I think) pink or red bedazzled visor-y looking thing, getting on and off the bus. The way they're parked, the doors are on the opposite side, so you can't clearly see them getting on and off, just flashes in the window. It looked too short to be Justin, and I thought I saw curls. So not Justin, but who? More later.
Melinda! How can I forget her? I think she has a major case of "I'm with the band!" Could hear her laughing and screeching, "Which bus am I on?" trying to be cute. And no, I'm not being snarky, I think she was playing the crowd, letting us all know that she was important enough to ride a bus. But to be honest, I'm pre-disposed not to like her because I don't like the way she says that "we" have a show in blahblahblah. Honey, you're not onstage. And she has cornrows! That's all I'll say about that.
4) Anthony appeared from somewhere, and I scoped him out. Yes, I thought about saying hi, but didn't. There's a definite pattern here, yes? Some teenies standing nearby weren't shy, however, and squealed appropriately when they saw him. Asked for his autograph. At this point I have to say that these weren't attractive girls, and that's important because this is where Anthony whipped out some wristbands for the soundcheck and gave them to his fans. So I can say that Anthony, at least, isn't swayed by a headful of fake honey-blonde hair and pumped up tits barely contained in a sparkly tube top. Go, Anthony! Oh yeah, all this took place about five feet from me. Eep!
Before I continue, let me say that I stood out by the buses for a loooong time. Maybe three hours? So I got an interesting and varied look at fans/roadies/crew. Onward.
Another bus pulled in and blocked my view, so I moved down a little further. Not bad, and a wide gap in the fence that I can put my head through. I saw sparkly visor guy a couple of times in the bus window, and that was it. Then Anthony sits on the far curb.
5) A new crop of fan girls come by. They're all wiggly and excited. They want to meet crew guys. Turns out that they're stage manager majors at Ohio University. Everyone say it with me: I didn't know there was a major for that! They laugh, we all laugh. Because I know waaaay too much about NSync, I point out Anthony. They squee. They start calling, pretty pitifully. "Tony!" I correct them: "Anthony." They're being far too timid. I coach them. I can see that he's looking their way when they get the balls to shout a little louder. He still won't move. I'm telling them he's looking and that if they're serious about meeting him, they've got to do better than that. They do, and he gets off the curb and walks over. I tell that if Anthony invites them backstage, that I'm coming too!
The girls and Anthony chat through the gate for a few minutes, and then he comes around for a serious Stage Management 101 tutorial. I'm like, two feet away from Anthony at this point, because I'm not giving up my spot - it's a good one. They talk for about 10-15 minutes, and then Anthony has to get back to work.
At this point, there aren't too many fans around; it's been awhile. I can hear the screams of the soundcheck participants, and I figure something's going to happen soon. Sure enough, "something" happens in the form of Chris Kirkpatrick. This is where my Chris-love reached a whole new level. He strolled down the open area between the buses, not in the little secret corridor they created by the way they parked. He was out there, in the sun, like a normal guy. It was the coolest thing! He walked over to the same curb that Anthony was parked on, and said hi and they shook hands, I think. Dude was going to hang out before - and I say this with every ounce of venom I can muster - some stupid teenie started screaming and banging on the gate. "It's them! It's them!" Someone needs to teach the youth of America the art of silent observation. Let the man pretend that he's having normal afternoon for about two minutes, OK? And does that seem hypocritical? I think not; if I were on the receiving end, I'd rather have a fan quietly watching me while I hang out, and not rattling a gate and screaming like a banshee. Yes? Yes.
Oh yeah, the point of that ramble: Chris turned right around and took off. I could've smacked that silly cow.
6) Tony came around the gate, walking through the sparse gathering of fans like a normal person! Skinny, not too tall; in my opinion pushing the grunge thing a little far but definitely working his own vibe, and for that, I salute him. Salud! A couple of fans asked for his autograph, and that was it. He met a couple of girls (again, not the stereotype - go Tony!), and they went back with him. It kills me that these people have contacts and acquaintances in my hometown. Amusing, for some reason.
Nothing ever happens here, but NSync's pianist is from Columbus, Chris lived in Wayne County (where Dalton must be), and Tony's got buds here. Yes, that amuses me. :-)
And yes, at one point, Tony Lucca was standing about five feet from me. Must be the personal zone for an entourage of one!
I've got to stop - it's 10 til 1, and I've got to get up in about five hours. Oy! A couple more bus area observations, and then stuff I saw at the show.
Glad I went. :-)))
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