If there’s one thing you should do when at uni, it’s take advantage of the gloriously long holidays and go on adventures. And that’s exactly what I did on Thursday, when I headed to Sheffield to see AND meet my favourite band, All Time Low. If you’ve never heard them, go and check them out immediately, you won’t regret it. I got the train on Thursday evening to meet my best friend, stayed a night in a very fabulous Premier Inn, and then had pretty much the best day of my life on Friday.
You know when you’re about to meet someone you idolise, and all you can think is “Good God, I hope they’re not horrible”? I was thinking exactly that, queuing outside a tiny little room in the Sheffield O2 Academy. And I got the loveliest surprise. The four guys in All Time Low, they’re famous. Like famous famous. And these days, unfortunately, not many famous famous people are nice. They’re arrogant and think they’re too good for the fans who got them to where they are. But not these four. They’ve been together for 14 years and built up a massive fanbase in that time. And they’re thankful for every single one of them. They were warm, they were funny, they were comforting, they were… normal. Four normal lads from Baltimore.
They say never meet your idols? Do not listen. Meet your idols every chance you get. Go to their signings, go to their shows, hang around at stage doors in the hope of catching a glimpse. The bottom line of this post is, never forget to do what makes you happy, regardless of what other people think. I get called a fangirl, I get called obsessed. Do I care? Hell no. Because I’m happy, and that’s all that matters.