There is not one person in the entire world that I have met that has not had an embarrassing moment, and if you know of someone, I would love to meet them. Of course I always manage to be embarrassed or have the worst luck when I’m in front of my favorite band, All Time Low. They are a pop-punk band that I fell in love with around my freshman year of high school and I’ve listened to them ever since. I was a typical fan girl; I saved pictures of them to my phone, watched plenty of interviews on YouTube, I talked about them endlessly and I always thought about what I would say if I met them. If you think that’s the worst part, then you’re wrong. If I met them, I worried about whether or not I will act like a normal human being and if I could suck it up. I met the band 4 times but the first two times stand out the most.

            It all started the first time I got an opportunity to meet All Time Low at Vans Warped Tour in 2012. When I first got there, I ran to their merch tent, I managed to get a pass to their signing later that day and all I could think was “Oh my god, this is actually happening.” Of course when I met them, I began to cry. What else could happen to me? I held it back until after I said hi to them and I high-fived them. When I walked away, I cried like a baby in front of my friends and I guarantee you that all of the members of that band saw me. ‘Till this day, I still ask myself why I would embarrass myself like that and also why didn’t I suck it up like I always told myself I would?

            While being a huge fan, what could be better than meeting them a second time? While in meet and greet, my friend was taking a picture of me and the guitarist, Jack. Without thinking, I turned and hugged him without even asking and the he honestly said, “Okay, I guess we’re hugging.” At this point, of course the creepy fan girl in me started to show. While we were standing there talking to him, I guess my friend had a belt that was becoming undone or one of those pairs of pants that we all have where the zipper doesn’t lock, so it falls down. Somehow he managed to notice and said to her, “Your pants are undone,” and out of nowhere, she blurts out, “I’m a lesbian so it doesn’t really matter.” I always wondered why she said that and at that moment, I realized that the whole idea of not scaring the band wasn’t going to happen. But I respect her for saying that.

            After meeting that band multiple times, I realized that it doesn’t matter if you embarrass yourself, it gives you a story to tell and you’re just another face in a large crowd. There is no use worrying about things that people won’t remember tomorrow and that never fails to give me comfort.