When I got on the line to get inside the Tampa Bay Times Forum at 6:30pm, everything around, and especially the line, was INSANE… and ultra-slow moving.
I got food on the main floor and then waited online, again, to take the very long and steep escalator to the tippy-top level. I walked right around the arena to get to my section, making it just as the lights were going down and Brett was coming out.
I ate my salad while checking out the surroundings. The section was fairly empty, which was nice. However, as the venue was basically sold out, including on Stubhub, I knew the emptiness wouldn’t last.
I bolted from my seat. Running in flip-flops is not a smart idea. I didn’t make it in time and returned to my seat to watch Ed. I’d run so fast I must’ve bent my toe too much and on the walk back my whole foot throbbed with pain.
I was so nervous for her. Then she texted me, they had made contact!
Taylor came out onstage in all her glory shortly after 8:30pm.
A few minutes into State of Grace the lady behind me, who was sitting with two teenage girls, walked away. About 2 minutes later she returned.
As Holy Ground started a security guard came up and told me to sit down. Why? I asked. It’s a concert, why shouldn’t I dance? He insisted I was disturbing the people around. I knew it had to be the lady behind me so I gave her a dirty look and sat down.
When Red ended I decided to move. I walked all the way around the arena looking for a section that had space for me to stand.
I eventually finally found one, 313. That was where the spotlights were and there were no real seats there. There was a young girl, her mother and her grandmother sitting on folding chairs. To make sure I wasn’t in their way or blocking the spotlights, I stood behind them and, although it wasn’t the best of views, I was much happier there.
During I Knew You Were Trouble I was, of course, singing and, with a nice amount of space to move around in, dancing. I must’ve been quite entertaining because some girls dropped their sign on me. Although they apologized profusely, I did wonder if it was “dropped” or if it was “thrown” at me. The world will never know…
After about 45 minutes, Shannon came out, beaming. She told us she’d met Ed and had talked with Taylor, how Taylor knew about all the shows Shanon has gone to, and how Taylor had autographed everything Shanon wanted her to!
Shanon had several adorable pictures of her with Taylor and Wane GBT — Shanon’s stuffed squirrel. She told us how Taylor’s eyes lit up when she saw Wane and how she’d known she just had to give Wane to Taylor.
Ah, Taylor, I luv ya…
Sleep deprivation Randi, Shanon and I said our goodbyes to Jen and Liz and the three of us drove the 90 minutes back to Orlando. Randi decided to stay in my hotel as it was too late for her to drive home. We got food at Perkins — scrambling my brain as I hadn’t slept and my day had started and ended at exactly the same place!
The next morning Randi left early, I slept until 11am and then went to meet friends from New York at Disney World for the day.
Thirteen concerts under my belt and only one bad experience is, I guess, not that earth shaking. Overall Tampa wasn’t too horrid. Everything had worked out with Shannon meeting Taylor and that, to me, was the most important thing.
I just hate it when people ruin it for others by making them sit down, or by making them feel bad for just enjoying the show by singing and dancing.
Maybe I’m suffering concert fatigue, not enough sleep. While I’m probably more than a tad disoriented and irritable than usual, I’m far from crashing: the Cleveland concert is still ahead on Thursday. Then, home to New York… just so long as those ever-increasing flight delays don’t, well, delay me…
Thanks for reading, thanks for caring.
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