Monday, February 16, 2009

we the kings *acoustic*, 18/01/09

LINE-UP: Cash Cash, Hey Monday, We the Kings

First (sort of) show of 2009! WHOO!

It wasn't really a show at all to begin with, and that kind of screwed up the entire ordeal. We the Kings, Hey Monday, and Cash Cash were going on a small Hot Topic acoustic tour and Broomfield, miraculously, happened to be one of the few stops. Being that it was to be at our local mall, we decided to bring Caleigh along for the first time. Yay! The only problem was that, because it was at a small location, they decided to screw everybody over. Only 30 people were allowed to actually watch the performance, and 200 got to go the signing, but only if you purchased an item regarding one of the three bands. It was super lame, but we decided to go along with it anyways, and Caleigh and I were the only two out of our family to get the name tags.

We get to the mall super early the day off, and people have already started a line outside of the Hot Topic. Why you would wait in line if you're guaranteed the meet and greet, I don't know, but we decided to go wander around until it was time to go in. At the Body Shop, Caleigh comes up with this hilarious idea to buy the ginger-scented body wash and give it to none other than the Ginger himself, Travis, when she got in line for the meet and greet. After hours of wandering, we try to watch the performance from outside of the Hot Topic, but it really is of no use. We can't see shit, and we actually miss Hey Monday. =( Afterward, Caleigh and I finally get in line, but the people at the end want to be last in line. We try our best to keep US at the end, but we decide it's not worth battling it out and just give up. We were near the end, so it wasn't too bad.

After waiting in line for a really long time, we finally get into the Hot Topic and Hey Monday doesn't look happy at all. The guy with curly hair in Cash Cash is absolutely and sincerely sweet. I ask for a poster, he asks for my name and writes it on the poster. He asks if I'm going to see them at the Marquis in a few weeks. "With Millionaires?" I ask. He nods. I consider it. (It got cancelled anyway, so it didn't matter.) The rest of Cash Cash is sort of silent. Heh. I ask Hey Monday to sign the nametag. The Cassadee I wanted to see isn't really there. But the guitarist tells me he likes my Rocket to the Moon hoodie (STOP LOOKING AT ME, PAL), which causes Cassadee to look up and agree. I got the real, happy her out for about two seconds, then it disappeared. We the Kings, likewise, looked unhappy, but they put a more enthusiastic foot forward.

Cassadee pulls a bag of gumballs out of nowhere and hands it to Travis who tries to dump a bunch in his mouth, but doesn't really work. It was good for a laugh, though. I ask We the Kings to sign a poster, also, but to make it out to my mom because she wasn't able to come in. The poster reads, "Mom, we love you verrrrrrrrrry, verrrrrrrry muhch!" It was very sweet, not to mention hilarious, and I ask for a quick picture. Yay. Caleigh dumps a bunch of posters in front of them to sign, which I, personally, wouldn't have done, but... alright. She then gives the Ginger his body wash, and he's like, "It smells like me all bottled up." Ha ha ha. He tells Caleigh he loves her, and she gets a picture also. One of the workers with the pink hair, Noodle, I believe, asks me where I got my Hannah Montana boots, and I find it quite hilarious.

Afterward, we all wait outside, hoping that they'll come out to take pictures. Cassadee comes forward and says she'll be out after they take more pictures, but the douchebags in Hot Topic tell her she can't and make all the kids waiting leave. Cassadee comes back to apologize, which is absolutely sweet and one of the many reasons as to why I still love her. (As of yet, anyways.) At this point, it really is time to go, but overall, I thought it was a good starting experience for Caleigh. As for me, however, it just proves the reasons that I don't like meet and greets. It was fun, though, waiting around like we did. I just wouldn't do it again.

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