Mr. L

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I went to Good Morning America’s Summer Concert to see David Cook, Kris Allen, and Adam Lambert. It was the best morning of my life.
The night before, I found out that we would try to catch the 6:08 train, and freaked out quite a bit. I didn’t think we could get good spots or even make it in. I sat myself down and chastised myself on being a spoiled brat. My friend’s mother had so kindly agreed to take us to Good Morning America for that concert (it was my idea), and even if we didn’t get in, it would still be wonderful to think we’d gotten so far.
I got up at five o’clock and got ready. My heart had been pounding hard and steadily since the night before. Around five forty-five, my friend and her mother came to the door. I grabbed my sign and my bag and we were off.
Once we got to the train station, we picked up some breakfast and talked about it. I had the feeling things would go well. I would have walked miles to see that concert, but of course we took the train.
When we got there, one of the attendant-type people asked to see my sign. I explained that I didn’t have any glitter on me, but she complimented the sign anyway. When I saw the stage, I flipped out. The crowd was much smaller than I thought it would be. We stood in the audience, rather than sitting on the bleachers (too far away for our taste). The audience looks a lot bigger on TV than it really is, so we saw everything just fine. It was exciting just to stand there and speak to other people. I asked anyone I could who they were there for. There was a bunch of Adam fangirls my age who were very nice to speak to, who were going to the tour concert tomorrow. I won’t get to go, but I gave them some info on going to the barricades. (Hope I helped.) I saw someone with a sign that said “Cougars for Adam” or something like that. If you go on AdamOfficial, kindly step forward and introduce yourself!
A man came onstage several times to speak to us about the cameras. He told us to hold up our signs, wave, whatever, so I held up my sign and screamed with the rest and made the peace sign. I didn’t really care about getting on camera that much, but if I did it was nice too. Some people just go to get filmed, which is ridiculous. We were told that Adam, Kris, and David would be doing “something” together. This was a reason for more minor heart attacks on my part.
When David came on for a sound check, I obviously screamed and screamed. He looked the same as always but for his highlights, which looked damn good. He spoke to some musicians and other people onstage. At one point he spoke to us and said, “I just talked to Kris and Adam backstage.” Oh my God. Screaming. Heart attack. Oh my God. Kris and Adam backstage. Kris and ADAM. I told my friend, “Adam is backstage right there, right now with Kris.” It was too unbelievable for me to just stay quiet about it. David then did the sound check, and as you know he was singing “Come Back to Me.” It was fantastic. I was screaming a LOT, naturally.
Later on, I was craning my neck to take in as much as I could, when the audience erupted in screams. Kris! AND ADAM. He was right there! Adam was right there in front of my eyes! Smiling! I was screaming and screaming, holding up my sign, but I don’t remember much of what I screamed when he first came on. He looked just as beautiful, maybe even more so, in person, with his hair gelled back and with his vest on over a black shirt. He had a lot of makeup on. At a lot of points throughout the concert, I stopped screaming just to watch him. He scratched the back of his neck, he fixed the things in his ears. . . it was never too much for me, even when he sang. I was surprised at how calm I was. Now I think that if I saw him on the street, I would be much calmer than I thought I would be.
Adam, Kris, and David were all gathered around someone, talking, looking a little distraught. It was announced that someone had died; it turned out to be John Hughes, but they’d only just found out. (I had learned of it the night before.) A few times I tried to read Adam’s lips. It wasn’t the toughest thing, but it required some concentration.
Before he sat down on one of the stools they brought out, I got a good look at him. He had some great jewelry on, some rings, and nice pants. I know they were nice because I checked once or twice and spotted the Glambulge, which he had evidently decided to restrain for the occasion. It still looked good, though. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see his boots. If anyone saw them, let me know what they looked like!
Whenever he said or sang anything into the mike during that sound check, I screamed manically. “ADAM!” “ADAM, YOU’RE MY HERO!” and “THANK YOU!” were three favorites. It didn’t really matter what I decided to yell out to him, because a) he almost definitely didn’t hear me, not that it was a big deal if he didn’t, and b) everything I yelled made sense. The version of “Starlight” he was doing was sung softly, so I shushed the people around me (God, I’m a hypocrite) when he began. It was acoustic, beautiful, breathtaking. He sounded completely wonderful, a little different from how I thought he’d sound but still out of this world in the way only Adam can be. Whenever he left the stage, I would scream, “COME BACK! DON’T GO!”
Kris came out for his sound check– he and Adam briefly grabbed hands, a striking moment – and he looked *exactly* the way I’d pictured him. He was wearing a plaid shirt I recognized. When he stepped up to the microphone, guitar in tow, he started to sing “Heartless”. If you saw it on TV, I’m sorry to say that you got an understatement of the performance. His voice sounds so much better live. I watched the video on GMA’s website when I got home and it didn’t sound nearly as good as it had in person. I finally understood why he deserved the title of American Idol one hundred percent, and was very impressed. I screamed “GO KRIS!” for him most of the time. There was one girl in her late teens who kept on screaming for Kris. At one point she yelled, “I love you, I don’t care if you’re married!” and everyone around her cracked up. You had to be there.
The song the three Idols sang was “Little Lies” or whatever it’s called. While David was singing, I stared at Adam’s sexy face, waiting for his turn on one side of the stage. Kris mouthed the words or sang them to himself – I couldn’t tell. Adam did, too, at one point or another. When they came onstage, David told us to make a lot of noise for them, so we did. He pressed us: “We’re in New York City!” and I was screaming even more. A few times I checked myself over, reminding myself this is really happening and Adam Lambert is right there. I wasn’t as amazed as I thought I would be, but I was totally insane. My friend’s mother thought I was hilarious, as I was saying things like, “I think Adam looked at my sign! Do you think he looked at my sign?”
I’m not sure when, but at one point Adam and Kris were speaking with one another. Kris, I think, said something into Adam’s ear, and Adam touched his shoulder, moving his fingers one by one on it. This did not look suggestive or sexy in any way, so don’t get any ideas, but I will remember it as a classic Kradam moment.
When it was all over, there was an interview done for the three of them, no mics included. I watched them talk. When David spoke during the “silent interview,” I yelled, “Oh my God, Adam’s listening, look!” and people around me laughed, so I did too. But I was serious. He has a really good listener face or whatever you call it. People were telling us we had to clear out, but they were mostly ignored.
Eventually the crowd began to clear out, many of the audience members looking for a way to get to Adam/Kris/David. We walked to the front of the audience, near the stage, to see what it was like. There was this girl standing near me about my age, with long black hair. We looked over where we thought the Idols were, to the left of the stage, and I saw a woman with very nice, shiny brown hair. “Hey, I think that’s Adam’s mom!” I cried out, and pointed her out. The girl near me looked interested, so we looked at her together. I screamed, “Thank you, Mrs. Lambert!” but I don’t think she heard me. She seems like a really nice person and I think it was sweet of her to come to support Adam. Perhaps she was visiting his brother, who recently moved to New York. Who knows?
Adam peeked out from where he was for a moment, provoking screams coming from us. He didn’t seem to see us, though. That’s all right, though – now that I think about it, the screaming was probably a bit of a turnoff.
When we were leaving, we were planning to walk around and see if we could get another glimpse of the three performers, but we were told we couldn’t go that way by a man who worked for security. Oh, well. I know I’ll meet Adam someday. My friend caught some recordings and pics on her phone, so we’ll have those until Adam and I meet again.
We walked many blocks before making it to the train. I wasn’t really that tired, but when I sat down on the train I realized how much my feet hurt. They don’t hurt much, me being a teen and all. I sat and listened to my iPod for a while, but I ended up deciding that I didn’t really want to listen to it. I just sat and absorbed the morning – the best morning of my life. When we got back to town and got into my friend’s mom’s car, we got to see the clock strike 11:11. I wished aloud to meet Adam. I know that wishes don’t come true when you say them, but I know I’ll meet him. In some ways, it’s like I already know him.
This was the most unforgettable morning I have ever had, the most exciting. But I don’t wish I could do it over – not yet. I’ll have a few more turns to see Adam live, I’m sure.

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