When I was backstage at the Jingle Ball concert on Friday, I saw a teenage girl burst into tears because she didn't get a picture with Adam Lambert when he walked by. I heard her say, "He was right there! He could have stopped for a second!" In Adam's defense, he was incredibly nice to his fans from what I could see (well, not me—he rejected me twice when I asked to get a quick video of him! ha), and it's impossible to stop for everyone, but I do know how that girl felt. (Random side note: I noticed he had very large pores. Maybe he should ease up on the makeup?)
In middle school, I was OB-SESSED with UK basketball player, Walter McCarty. I have no idea why really, especially because I was at the age where most girls picked their favorite athlete based on how cute they were. (Google Walter if you don't know what he looks like). One time after a UK game, I somehow snuck back by the dressing rooms and waited in a hallway I had heard the players would come out of so that I could get Walter's autograph. After waiting a couple hours and still no sight of my idol, I started to get worried that I wasn't going to get to meet him. And then, it happened. He was walking towards me (note: no one else was around), and I held out my pen and paper and sweetly asked, "Walter, could you sign this?" as he passed. Umm...yeah..he just kept on walking. My heart was shattered into a million pieces. The waterworks started, and even though my parents were pissed and worried about what I had been doing for hours after the game, they stopped being mad when they saw how broken-hearted I was.
I got home and declared that I was going to write Walter a letter to tell him how awful he had been to me. Whenever I feel strongly about something or someone, I always say that I'm going to write a letter. I said the same thing the day John Kerry lost the presidential election to Bush. Of course, I never actually follow through with it, but I always feel empowered somehow by making the statement. (You got lucky, Walter).
Ok, so back to Friday night. There was one celebrity that blew me away with his sweetness and down-to-earth personality—Pitbull.
Ok, not the best angle of me, again, but I'm putting my vanity aside for a moment. I don't know much of Pitbull's music, other than that "I know you want me" me song, but he totally won me over that night. He answered every question in the press room with enthusiasm, and stopped to take pictures with everyone that asked—which was a lot. I know he's not the hugest celeb in the world, but I really don't think he would act differently even if he was a big time A-lister. He was just so cool and fun and actually, a lot better looking in person. This pic doesn't do him justice, although I'm not really down with the facial hair on his chin. Needless to say, Pitbull's got a new fan in me!
As much as my Walter McCarty experience totally sucked at the time, it was awesome when I got to meet my other childhood idol, Summer Sanders, last year. Read the recap here. So tell me, have you ever been let down by your idol?