Tales from the tour: Demi Lovato

Category:  The Arts
Thursday, April 21st, 2016 at 8:34 AM
Tales from the tour: Demi Lovato by Kimberly Firestine

The first time I got to see Demi Lovato perform was right after she finished her time in rehab at the end of 2011. I drove to Hershey to see her with my best friend, Kathleen, for the first time. We had balcony seats, but I was still more than excited to finally get to see her live.

We drove down to Hershey, arriving around 1 p.m. and sat outside the Hershey Theater hoping to get a glimpse of her and her crew to no avail. Upon getting ready to go into the theater, those working the VIP lined everyone up, and we quickly got shoved out of the way because we were not part of those lucky concert attendees. That was when a lady approached us and asked about our seats. We told her we were in the balcony, but explained how it didn’t really matter to us because we were just excited to be there.

After speaking with her, she looked at the both of us for a few seconds before saying “do you two want these tickets instead?” I wasn’t sure what she was saying at first. I told her that we didn’t have the spare money to offer her for the sound check passes she was trying to give us. All I remember from those next few seconds was her saying “we accidentally bought too many. Please have them,” and then crying and hugging her. Because of the kindness of a stranger, we had our tickets upgraded from nosebleeds to a tenth row view, and I will never forget that.

The second time I saw Demi was at the Constellation Brands Marvin Sands Performing Arts Center in Canandaigua, New York. I had a seat a few rows back, but they weren’t using the pit section at all for the show, so Demi told everyone to come down to the front. I ended up, once again, in a better spot than I was prepared for. While I didn’t exactly care for opener Hot Chelle Rae, it was a good night overall.

Fast forwarding to the following October, I drove to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania to see Demi for the third time at the Sands Bethlehem Event Center. Perhaps the right way to phrase it is “the third time’s the charm,” because this time I had a general admission ticket and meet and greet with Demi. I remember being so nervous that I thought I was going to either vomit everywhere or pass out. I knew that I only had a few seconds to say something, but I couldn’t put together enough words to create a coherent sentence. When my turn came to meet her, I walked up to her, said hello, and then took the photo and walked out because I didn’t have the brain function to do anything else.

Following the meet and greet, we were led inside for sound check where we submitted questions into a bowl for a “Q & A” session. Being the joker that I am, I decided to go with my friend Allison’s favorite question: “if you were Greek yogurt, what fruit would be at your bottom.” I never expected her to pick that question because there were at least 99 others in the bowl. Of course, she picked it and I was embarrassed. Her answer, by the way, was “berries and cream.”

After sound check, we were walked out of the event center to wait for doors to officially open. VIP were let in first, and I managed to snag a spot with only one person in between me and the barricade in front of the catwalk — not a bad place to be at a show, no matter who the performer is. I was pleasantly surprised by openers Little Mix, a female quartet which has since catapulted to superstardom. Demi’s performance was nothing less than spectacular, complete with even a light show via her cell phone concert app and at least three confetti cannons.

I’m a sucker for confetti cannons.

I did get a chance to meet her once more in the fall of 2014 when I skipped class and drove to Hershey once again. She was performing at Hershey Stadium, and though my seat wasn’t the best spot I was more excited than ever to be able to see and meet her again. I carefully picked out my outfit, drank quite a bit of coffee and took the long and almost unsettling solo drive to the show.

This time, I was prepared and able to contain my anxiety a little better than last time. I knew what I wanted to say and was dead set on saying it. I waited in line for my turn to come, and when it did we were led to a giant room with a small, curtained-off area. You could hear Demi’s laughter and see her dancing with whoever had walked up to take a photo with her. With the luck that I have, the song that was playing when it was my turn was a song by blink-182. Anyone who knows me knows how much I dislike blink-182, so I had to pretend I was having a good time. When I walked through the curtain opening for my photo, my brain, once again, froze and all I could get out was a nervous “hi!”

If there’s any sort of tip I can give when it comes to meeting celebrities, I’d say this: no matter how much you prepare and are sure of what you’re going to say, you’re more than likely not going to be able to do it. Maybe you will after a few interactions with them, but most likely it is going to take more than three.

That’s the case for me, at least.

Kimberly Firestine is a Senior Staff Writer for The Spectator.

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