I went to the Patriot Center concert on March 14 and had the greatest night of my life! I thought I should tell you all about it because I'm totally just a regular girl--broke, no connections, nothing--and I had some amazing stuff happen. You could, too! So, I have a ton of pics, and I wrote out a timeline. Here we go.
1:20 PM: Leave my house w/ mom (chauffer) and lil bro (concert mate).
3:15 PM: Arrive at Patriot Center. I run to the back, where there are about a hundred girls standing around the railings holding them back from the "All Access Only" area. There were 8 tour buses and several trucks there. As I got there, Denise Jonas waved from the personal tour bus, and I'm told Frankie did, too, although I didn't see him. Here's the scene when we got there:
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3:30: Black SUV with shaded windows rolls in with the classic sprinting paparazzi. Joe rolls down his window on my side and waves, maybe 5-8 feet from me. He's wearing sunglasses, has stubble, and is WAY tan (um, tanning bed/lotion, I'm thinking). I'm told Nick did the same on the other side. SUV pulls into a garage, unloads them behind closed doors, and rolls back out.
3:45: Mom calls and tells me the SUV is parked next to my van and the driver is letting girls in it. I sprint up there and get pics sitting in what I later find out was Nick's seat. I. Sat. In. Nick's. Seat.
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After this I don't have time line, but over the next three hours Denise got out of the tour bus and walked inside: i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj314/Trinket1990/100_0632.jpg
Big Rob appeared several times: i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj314/Trinket1990/100_0579.jpg
Papa Jonas showed up:i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj314/Trinket1990/100_4492.jpg
Valora hung out and talked to us, told us JB stories: i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj314/Trinket1990/100_4488.jpg
Lead guitarist Taylor Locke of Rooney came by: i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj314/Trinket1990/100_0574.jpg
Frankie went by at some point, but I had just walked around the side of the building to see if the doors were open yet, so I missed him. Their keyboardist, whose name I don't remember, was in and out. And ALL this I saw simply by showing up early. I didn't have a pass or anything. And it wasn't dangerous, there was no shoving or anything. It was friendly and fun.
The most AMAZING thing happened inside the building before the show. I was just looking for food when I passed this guy at the Verizon booth who looked remarkably familiar: i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj314/Trinket1990/100_4499.jpg
I swear, I was one of the first people to recognize him. I couldn't believe there were MOBS of girls going by everywhere and NONE of them recognized GREG GARBOWSKI standing in the middle of the hallway. So I dashed back to my bro and got my purse/camera/cell phone/Sharpie and raced back. He signed my cell phone with the pink Sharpie I let him use because he didn't have a pen on him. He kept the Sharpie--as other girls started to realize this was someone important, he needed it and I didn't bother getting it back. I also got a hug picture and all: i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj314/Trinket1990/100_4500.jpg
Garbo is the next best thing to those Jonas boys, seriously. He was so nice and sweet, and so much fun. The Verizon lady asked (as he got mobbed) "Hey, are you OK?" He's like, "Yeah, of course!" Like, why wouldn't I be? then, "Are you OK?" She just laughed and went back to promoting. He was awesome. He was there for another five minutes after I got there. Probably left at 6:15 or 6:20...?
I'll post again about the concert itself tomorrow. It's 12:30 and I'm up at 6:30... so... goodnight! Feel free to browse my Photobucket... the pics are scrambled but there are a lot of concert pics!
--Kat
