During check-in once again you could hear the squeals from myself and Tara as Nsync raced across multiple TV's overhead. Shuffling our way giddily to the counter we threw our arms over and began birating several hotel employees on the whereabouts of our sexy quintet! After being hastily shotdown we retreated halfheartedly to our rooms, and continued to squeal for several 10 minute incriments... WE WERE 4 FLOORS UNDER NSYNC!
"Do you know what this means?" I spoke excitedly to Tara.
"What?" Tara looked at me unenthusiastically.
"If they jump really hard we could probably hear them!!" I began jumping up and down in a fit of idolicism. After Tara joined me for several hours of excitement, we began concocting our plans to plunger our way to the 29th floor on the side of the great MgM.
"Hmmmm.... the window will not jimmy open Tara..." I looked at my comrad unhappily.
"Next Plan" Tara Grabbed a chair.... Needless to say the chair brought forth no damage to their glass of steel.
Narrowing my eyes I squinted in a far parking lot. A large bus filled the vacinity. The new plan kicked into gear and Tara and I were trekkin' it down, out, and across only to grope an empty bus with shutters drawn. We were on the right track!
Heading back to our room, our cat-like senses once again drew forth a slew of opportunity. We approached a hord of women slowly, watching large bodygaurds load luggage and gaze at us closely. Instantly pressing myself against a chain link fence I squealed in tune with the rest. Loud gasps of , 'I'm Legal' filled the surrounding small area. Looking around at my fellow asalaints I began conversing with a body-gaurd.... NO, no he would not pose for me... Neither would some guy who looked like Chris, though the Chris fiend readily rubbed a JRT labeled suitcase all over himself. Laughing at the shrieking girls he loaded it and told us we were overreacting.
"Overreact this!" A woman with her daughter flipped the man off as I put my head in my hands awkwardly. Ignoring the other women I got my camera ready and smiled as Justin and Chris marched out into a Sigfried and Roy bus. Later once again i stood, camera in hand and clicked away at Joeys new do, and JC's horizontally striped sweater.
"Turtlenecks..." I shook my head and looked at them as if they were hopeless. Lance regretably did not surface from the back hidden end of MgM Grand.
Plopping down onto our bed we tossed the camera aside and broke into a fit of giggles. Yes we had discovered our true teenie side.. Much like during our previous Denver concert.
In the lobby we met dozens of fans, and the numbers multiplied as we headed through other hotels surrounding. People from as far as Indiana and Idaho, we gabbed about our flight from nearby Colorado... The ones from out-of-town were ones who'd allready seen the NSA tour, but only good comments arose. Th fans are soo entertaining.. I think they're right up their with the band themselves.. everyone's got a story, and everyone's got a life. It's amazing the response, the feeling you get at a concert. Sure screaming accompanies.. but when you feel so strongly about something it's hard to tear yourself from the bulking N'sanity. Everybody was excited and many were talking about the concert the night before. Tickets to both I thought... spoiled! To be a fan isn't to go to a concert, buy a poster, buy a CD. It's to connect with a sound you find intriguing. Somethgint hat touches you deeper than Britney's 'Soda Pop.' And is more confining than Korn's 'Beating Me Down.' Most favorite songs include 'Digital Getdown' For the ever popular floor bouncing alone, and the sulky balad 'This I Promise You.'
After spending an afternoon exploring the crevices of the hotel, we sneakily stalked a member of Nsync's bodygaurd staff... He ate a large bag of beef jerky in minutes. Reaching out my hand I quickly pulled it back and decided that tapping him would be a poor idea. Tara's mom tiptoed and tried to slip into the special 29th floor elevators but was shot back by the bodygaurds unamuzed eyes.Boarding our own elevator several minutes later we pressed the 25th floor. The door opened several seconds later.. Again and again we pressed the button and again and again the elevator was incooperative.
"Pfsh.. someday WE'RE gonna get a special elevator... and Ima dress in some plain outfit, just so I can be like yea yea wassup now didn't think I would make it up here did ya ?!" I looked over at Tara who agreed and busted out some horendous rap to fit the current 'no Nsync' happenings.
The next hour or so was almost lost to my memory also.. Mad dashes to the film strore, to the gift show, to the make-up.. and back to the room for him were layed out across the board. Both of us readily knew the time, and exactly how early we were for a concert just downstairs. We smiled for pictures, mummbling under our breath about the nine dollar film and headed out the door.