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The Time I Crushed Jesse McCartney’s Foot

2014 was the year I met Jesse McCartney. As I dragged my little brother along, my heart was beating at an agressive rate. Every 10 year old girl grew up with Jesse & the fact that I had the opportunity to see him live was insane. As we poured into the B93.7 Studio, I could feel the anticipation. My brother grumpily crossed his legs, upset that I pulled him away from his bed. Finally it was time & all cell phones were prepared for that first glimpse. As soon as he walked out my heart sunk. Jesse was old. His wrinkles painted his face, but his smile was just the same. He was no longer that heart breaking teenage boy from the J-14 posters on our walls. He was a grown man promoting his new album.

My Brother & I on TV

His girlfriend was parked in the corner of the room the entire time. I remember asking about her, and apparently she was some actress on some show. She looked annoyed & gloomy. To her I’m sure we were just a roomful of kids. But Jesse. He was just like everything I’d seen on TV & his music videos that I watched on repeat. He poured his heart into his songs & you could feel the energy he gave off.

As we formed a line for the meet & greet, my brother was just about fed up. I made sure we had everything ready to take our picture & go. When security gave the okay, we headed into the room. Words can’t explain how enchanting that moment was. I’d been imagining that moment for YEARS. He addressed us & thanked us for coming out. I headed for the right side of him, while my brother sluggishly stayed on the left. The photographer told us to lean in & in my starstruck state, I CRUSHED HIS FOOT. I’m not talking stepped on his foot, I had on combat boots. I could barely walk in them myself. All the weight on my body shifted his way. I could hear a sharp gasp in pain as his girlfriend & his publicist, startled, jumped up at the same time. Nonetheless, he still managed to take a great picture & I’ve never bolted out of a room so fast. We bumped into his guitarist on the way out & I made sure to grab a picture before we left. I don’t have it anymore because my phone got stolen in Myrtle Beach (which you can read about here if you haven’t already).

The only thing I thought about that entire day, was how I was probably the conversation of his night. I’m sure he didn’t expect to show up to a meet and greet & leave with a killer limp. Still, one of the most memorable meet and greets I’ve been to & I have no regrets 🙂 hopefully he still thinks I have a “Beautiful Soul”.

You can watch the entire performance here. In fact, the concert made it on Jesse’s official website here which was kinda cool. love you xx thanks for reading

My Phone Was Stolen in Myrtle Beach!

 

It was spring break 2k16 at the Monatary Bay Suites. Palm trees gently brushed the crisp air. I traveled to Myrtle Beach with an iPhone 5 & came home empty handed.

On the last night my friends Janae, Qieana & I went walking down the boardwalk. There wasn’t a soul on the beach, everyone seemed to be caught up in all the hype. Horns were blaring as we squeezed through the crowds of spring breakers. To my left, four girls jumped out of their car at the red light and started dancing in the street at the beat of the crowd. We proceeded to make a turn into a cute little souvenir shop. Hoodies & t-shirts seemed to swallow us up.

As we trailed down the scattered aisles, we stopped at the messy counter. While my friends were talking to the store employee, I set my phone down & lost focus. As we head out the store, my mind was on the ice cream shop on the corner. Little did I know that as we were leaving, the thieves passed right by us. Five minutes later we raced back to the store to retrieve my phone. It was nowhere to be found. My friends frantically called an employee over. She frightenly said that the guys who came in at the same we left, took it while at the register. All frustration aside, we asked for a description. One had a red hoodie and the other had a black t-shirt. On spring break. In Myrtle Beach. Population: 27,109. After hours of searching, my friends were so supportive. They actually went up to these guys in a group who fit the description PERFECTLY and asked them to empty their pockets. Even though we couldn’t find anything, we only searched the two.

I suddenly remember that we arrived in an Uber! Janae quickly called our driver but sadly, it was nowhere to be found. To be honest, the worst part of the entire experience is having to loose all my memories. When we got back home, a few days later I got an iPhone 6 plus.

As I’m typing this, my phone is laying right beside my keyboard. I’ve still got all my contacts, my notes, and my Candy Crush progress. I lost all my photos/videos. The concerts, the shows, my friends. I felt like a huge part of my life was missing. Then I had a revelation. All my memories swirling around in my head, I usually type up. I don’t need videos. I don’t need a “timeline”. I have ME. I have my writing. I don’t need media to show you guys my experiences, when I can use my words to put you IN them. Yes, I may have lost one of the only good selfies I had. But in the end, I have all I need. Pizza Hut on speed dial. Til’ next time Myrtle Beach!

“Society taught us how to hate. Hate taught us violence. Violence taught us regret. Regret taught us pain. Pain taught us love. Love taught us how to laugh and laughter makes every moment far more beautiful then we could ever imagine.” -Robert M. Drake