Have you heard?
A new TODAY Show concert schedule has been announced. Everyone who lives in my house knows the dates by heart.
Living close to the city has its perks. Abigail aspires to be one of the stark raving crazy fans standing outside Studio 1A. I, on the other hand, would rather not trek into the city when I know the TODAY Show plaza will be filled with throngs screaming teenage girls.
I think back to the year that I convinced my mom to take me into the city to see the Christmas tree lighting at Rockefeller Center. I was one of those crazy teens standing outside the Live At Five Studio waving posters during the news broadcast. It was the early 1990’s when Matt Lauer was the anchor. I spent the afternoon crafting the perfect poster. It said, “Forget about the tree, I’m here to see Matt Lauer!” I was so caught up in the excitement of the moment that I barely noticed the crowds forming around me.
Once it was dark enough, the tree was lit.
Less than five seconds later, mass chaos broke out.
It was wall to wall people. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed onto the back of my mother’s coat to make sure I didn’t lose her in the crowd. It took what seemed like hours to get down the few blocks to our train.
While it was thrilling to be there, at that moment, I would have rather been home on my couch watching the show on TV. There were so many people in front of me that I could barely even see the top half of the tree.
This story doesn’t mean much to Abigail. All she hears is that I went to the city for an event and she isn’t allowed to go. As each concert date approaches, she puts on her best puppy dog eyes and reminds me that I didn’t let her stand outside the stage door at the Roseland Ballroom when Darren Criss was performing there. She hopes this last bit of ammunition will make me feel bad enough to let her catch a glimpse of Ed Sheeran, Fall Out Boy, or whoever her latest obsession is.
Weighing the pros and cons, I explain to her that we would probably need to camp out ahead of time in order to secure a spot close enough to the stage. This fact does not seem to deter her. In fact, it fuels her desire to hop on the next train down to Manhattan. As she starts throwing items into her backpack, I tell her that it is not going to happen.
I put on my most convincing voice and tell her if we stay home, she will be able to see the concert up close and personal. I work on selling her on the fact that her Tweet might get shown during the broadcast.
According to my daughter, I do not understand, but I do. It wasn’t that long ago that I was a teenager, obsessed with the latest and greatest boy band or hunky solo artist. In fact, when Maroon 5 was in NYC, I wanted to camp out to catch a glimpse of Adam Levine singing outside Studio 1A, but…responsibilities.
To prove my point, I did tweet at the TODAY Show, and it did get shown on air. My kids made fun of me for weeks!
Since last week, all I have been hearing about is 5 Seconds of Summer, who happen to be Abigail’s new favorite. Should I bring her smack dab in the middle of all the chaos?
Screaming girls, wall to wall people, what the heck…sounds like fun!
Don’t tell Abigail, but I applied for a 5 Seconds of Summer fan pass. Keep your fingers crossed.
Cool mom status, here I come!