Friday Shanon arrived shortly after we awoke at 11 and we got our show on the road: we checked out and went to breakfast. At breakfast we plotted cunning ways to get Taylor to play a song for us. We thought it would be cute if we made a list of the songs we wanted to hear, tape it to cupcakes, and then sent the gift cupcakes to her.
The girls went all-out buying presents and stickers but then Caylee informed us by telephone that Taylor’s organization won’t accept food gifts. Our plan nixed, we settled on making a poster for outside the arena and hoping Taylor would see it when she walked in.
However, instead of the light-up Mickey Mouse ears I’d been visualizing, I opted to buy a sparkly Minnie-ears headband, which I carefully wrapped with battery-powered Christmas lights.
Meanwhile, back at the Amway… We got to the Amway arena and as we walked down from the parking garage eagle-eyed Shanon spotted Mike Meadows, a member of Taylor’s band, The Agency. Shanon called down to him to wait a moment. He stopped dead in his tracks and waited for us to get down to him.
We got to talk to him for a while. Shanon had brought him cookies and other stuff for his daughter. He was super nice.
Although there were about twenty people outside the arena we decided to stay on the other side of the street, with the tour buses and trucks. We knew that the band and dancers would turn up there at some point and we’d be able to say hi to them.
Caylee asked him why he wasn’t singing his hit song She Calls Me Raymond at the concerts.Mike said that he’d vowed to himself that he wouldn’t sing any slow songs. Caylee responded, with our enthusiastic agreement, that we really, really,wanted to hear him to sing it.
So he sang a snatch of the song, which we accompanied with enthusiastic clapping and cheering. We asked him to sing the real thing live that night. He just grinned and said he’d check it out with his band.
When they returned they gave me one of the guitar picks he’d given them. So sweet!
Then he came over to us and we chattered. We told him we thought his Tweets were hilarious and we just didn’t understand why so many people took them so seriously. He seemed gratified that we recognized his brilliant Twitter comedy.
Then keyboardist David Cook came over, as he’d done the night before, and we chatted with him for a long time. He is one of the nicest people I have ever met. All of Taylor’s band is nice, but David hung out with us for a long, long time and was super-nice.
He talked about his daughter and showed us a video of her on his phone. He told us funny stories and even texted Al, Taylor’s old drummer for Caylee to say hi. Shanon gave him gifts too.
Caylee and I are so opposite in that she will never give up and is always positive. Me? If I don’t have tickets at least two days before a show, I freak out thinking I won’t get them. (Like now: I don’t have tickets for the Atlanta shows next week and I’m in Sheer Panic City!)
When the musicians stopped appearing, I went on a mission to find Caylee tickets. I checked with the scalpers across the street, fans, anyone at all I could think of… She almost let me give her my ticket and then I was going to buy the one crappy seat they had left at the box office. But only as a last resort…
Caylee had scored two tickets. Shanon sat with her and told me to Tweet out that if anyone in the arena wanted better seats to come and find us. Someone turned up pretty quickly!
Randi and I were in the same locations as the previous night so we already had the lay of the land. Last night, when Taylor came to the mini stage, we’d been bum rushed: pushed, shoved and clambered over. Amway Center security had learned from that zoo and now had security guards planted on the stairs to keep those who didn’t belong out. It was a beautiful thing.
We noticed a lot of people getting pit before Taylor went on. This was a little strange but we didn’t think much of it. A group next to us was asked if they wanted front row but they turned it down because they wanted to try for Club Red.
Then, during Taylor, Caylee ran up to us saying she had succeeded! Shanon was gonna meet Taylor! We started screaming and jumping up and down so enthusiastically that the people behind us thought we had gotten Club Red! We were so happy for Shanon.
During Begin Again the mini-stage platform rose very high into the air and Taylor talked directly to the people in the upper level. It also spins, so when she was facing in my direction, she must’ve seen my lit-up Minnie ears and my hand motions matching the words to Begin Again. How did I know? I knew because she was looking right at me, laughing and smiling at me, and then sang half the song straight to me. I flipped out.
When the stage lowered and the song was ending, she still had her eyes on me. I gave a hand heart and I swear she winked at me while mouthing “I love you.” I near died of a heart attack.
We’d spent that billion dollars on arena food so I didn’t feel like I wanted to die before the show was over. Thank goodness.
After everything that had happened in Orlando, with Shanon being guaranteed she was going to meet Taylor in Tampa, with Taylor singing to Randi and me, I’m absolutely positive that this was my best show, ever (again).
I’d had the most fun ever, the best experiences ever and, most importantly, I’d enjoyed it with people who, overnight, had become people I felt I could trust. I’m gonna miss those people so very much when I leave. I hope we will remain as close as we became over these too few days.
Once again, my thanks to @LizzieElise for sharing her magnificent photos with the blog. Follow her. Also at: http://heartoverpitch.tumblr.com/
And, again, I apologize for being so far behind in my blogging. I’m hoping that my seven-hour bus ride to Atlanta will provide some blogging time!
Also, the blog’s Pit FAQ is emerging, so please keep Tweeting me your questions!
“This isn’t flying, this is falling with style”
I’ll be blogging all the way through the RED Tour, Facebooking, and Tweeting (or @tswiftontour).
I’ve opened an email account — CCWTS13@gmail.com — which, if you want, you can use to send stories and photos to that you think will be of interest to Swifties. We could even open an album!