We were in every way the perfect (and slightly obsessive) Jo Bros fans. We made t-shirts, watched endless Youtube videos, listened to Jonas and Demi on the way to every orphanage shift, and had a Camp Rock marathon preceding the concert. Some were a little more stalker-ish than others (cough...Amber....cough cough). Strangers asked to take pictures with us, and I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that, as far as I could tell, no one else incorporated their fanship into their wardrobe. I guess it's not the cool thing to do in Ecuador.
The concert began, and we squealed. We squealed just like the other tens of thousands of little girls in attendance. We danced along with the songs, doing what we could of the actual Camp Rock choreography, which really wasn't much. It sure was fun, even though we probably all looked like fools.
On our way out a woman was selling some posters of Jonas. The moment I laid eyes on that beautiful face of Nick Jonas, I knew I was in love. The fact that it was only $1 really strengthened our relationship. He now resides on the wall right above my bed, where I can gaze and drool as I please.
We left a little bit early to avoid traffic, and I'm VERY glad we did. On the drive home, we were passed by a hearse-like caravan of cars. All of these very nice cars had their hazards on and were driving right to the Marriott. Hmmm....
"OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS THAT'S PROBABLY THE JONAS BROTHERS IN THOSE CARS!!!!!!!!"
Yes. We drove up to the hotel. Poured out of the van. Squealed even more. Hoped they would come out and greet their crazed fans. Got stopped by men with big, scary guns (just hanging on their shoulders, Mom). Decided to back off. Still hoped. Left for the house in complete sadness that the loves of our lives didn't care about us enough to come say hi, give us hugs, and then invite us inside for dinner and pictures. Inconsiderate, although we forgave quite quickly.
Our shirts looked SO good.
We played Boggle with our shirts. Go OSSO!
We. Are. Loco.
Joe Jonas.
You want to take me to dinner this Friday?
I'm there.
I love you, Nick Jonas.
awesome! concert in a foreign country! you rock liv. and those shirts were totally so cool, as was the fact that you boggled them. way to go out and experience la cultura. did they sing in espanol?
ReplyDeleteNope. I think they said "hola" once. But that's it.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness a lot of people speak English here.