Thursday, September 3, 2015

That Time I Met Rascal Flatts

I don't care what anyone says about Rascal Flatts. I have always loved them, and always will. Rascal and I go way back.. like to Mayberry days. I've spent many summers on the lawn at Riverbend belting out their story-telling tunes.

So, when I had the chance to meet them several years ago when they came to Lexington, you can bet that I was FREAKING OUT.

We already had tickets to go when my coworker got a text from a friend who worked on the tour. He said he could set us up with some 'Meet and Greet' passes and our work day went to hell. I was making signs and practicing exactly what to say to make the boys love me immediately.

Have you ever met someone famous before? Someone you always loved but never thought you'd meet? I hadn't. And let me just explain that I'm no where near your typical "fan girl" stereotype. Yes, I was SO FREAKING excited and yes I love their music, but I don't know their middle names, their dogs names, and what they eat for breakfast. I wasn't going to squeal and jump up and down. I was going for the cool, calm, collected fan who is laid back and just really appreciates the music...

About that strategy...

I succeeded in not "fan-girling" all over them. But as far as the calm and collected? Bombed it.

I was so petrified as soon as I saw them that I just froze and couldn't move. All I could muster out of my mouth was a weak, sqweaky, "I'm so nervous..."
As you can tell, I look like a nervous wreck and the guys were all like "let's hurry and get a picture with this crazy girl before she goes all "snapped" on us."

And then it was over. Just like that. Guess they won't be calling me to hang next time they are in town.


  1. I met my favourite bands and I was so nervous, even though they were lovely and just normal people. I planned to tell them all about how much I like their music and what it means to me and various other things but I couldn't say anything. Like you I just froze and became an awkward mess. They were sweet about it which made me feel better.
    Such a great story, I love Rascal Flatts!


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