Magic and myth, as strong as what I believe.
I woke up one morning, and in my inbox, was this email.
Oh. Em. Gee. If you read my blog a few months ago when my homeboy Matt Nathanson opened for Kelly, you know what a big deal this is. I LOVE KELLY CLARKSON.
I had met Kelly before, back in 2005, but this was still the same excitement as the first time!
I automatically logged onto the venue’s website and bought a ticket on the spot, seeing as I had not even planned on attending this show, and the concert was only 4 days away. I chose to lawn it for 58 bucks, even though there were still front row tickets…for $240?! (Short notice = budget for this gal.)
So, just a few short days later, I was on my way to Murphys, California to meet my lady again.
The venue was at Ironstone Winery, and let me tell you, it made my $58 worth every cent. It was GORGEOUS.
As I was wondering around before the show started, I even ran into Kelly’s band taking a tour of the winery, but I was too shy to say anything. (In reality I wanted to tell them all how friggin talented each and every one of them are, and how I’ve been watching them since the beginning of Kelly’s career.)
I had attended the show solo, so it was a little sad waiting for the show to start. I sat and read a book. Nerd alert. Carolina Liar opened, and I had seen them play a few times before, but I’m not huge on them but it made the time pass.
The Fray played next, and I wish I could have watched their entire set because I’ve become a bigger fan of theirs in the past few months, but it was time to go backstage and meet Kelly!
A group of about 15 of us were escorted backstage. We waited in a room for what seemed like eternity. I don’t get nervous, but waiting this long started making me fidgety!
Kelly walked into the room and I’m pretty sure I exclaimed, “Oh my god, she’s so freaking cute!” to these girls I had been talking to while waiting. Nerd alert number 2.
I don’t even know what I said to her. I lost track of everything I had PLANNED to say, because as I was walking up to her, she blurted out, “GIRL. I just love your curly hair!” and I’m sure something like, “Oh my god, I just love you.” came out of my mouth. HAHAHA. She asked my name, we hugged, and then we took our photo together. Something along the lines of her smelling good were spoken. (D’oh) “Psssh. Thank you. I probably smell like Cake Vodka!” was her response. (Love her!!!) I then thanked her for having Matt open for her on her last tour. “He’s my homeboy,” I said. “Oh my god. I just love Matt! He’s hilarious! And so smart. He’s sooooo smart.” (Can we be best friends, yet?!)
Then, it was over almost as quickly as it started.
We were lead back out. I got stuck between the stage and roadies trying to get The Fray’s equipment pulled offstage, and Kelly’s onstage, so this guy grabbed me and escorted me back out through the backstage area. Oh hey, dressing rooms. Oh hey, band members drinking. Oh hey, life I want to live.
Murphys is in the middle of nowhere, and almost 4 hours from where I live, so the drive home seemed looong. I think I finally got home and went to bed close to 4am. Aye aye aye.
The next morning I literally grabbed my camera and turned it on to make sure it wasn’t all a dream. Oh Kelly. You’re one of the best.