I know I know. There are SO many new interviews. SO many new videos SO MUCH NEW CRAP TO TALK ABOUT (Moon saw Rob this weekend, TOO- Go read LTT) But I haven’t had ANY time to read or watch any of it. Isn’t there a place that recaps all that crap for me? Oh right.. that’s what LTR is for. I’m the recapper. Crap. Anyway, here is a story from an LTT/LTR friend in Sweden that reminded me of MY first time seeing Rob, 2 years ago this Fall!
Confession time. This is the True Story of my big night with Ashley and Rob.
Once upon a time there was news on the Internet that Rob and Ashley were coming to Sweden for the first time, on their Breaking Dawn European tour, to participate in a Fan event four weeks from now. Breathless and dazzled I realised that this was my Great Chance of being in the same room (okay, make that sports arena) with Robert Pattinson!
On the appointed day, I got up at 5.30 to be first in line for the queue to the place where they were handing out free tickets in my home town. I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell I would get a VIP ticket, since they were only handed out in Stockholm, and there people had been lining up three days in advance. Unlike some I DO have a full time job, and a family. *huffing*
Clutching the tickets in my sweaty little hands, I danced home, until it struck me a couple of days later “Hey, I actually write for a teenage magazine!” Shouldn’t I be able to get some kind of press credentials for this event?? So after talking to my editor and getting her go ahead, I chased the powers-that-be and on the morning of the event I finally got the go-ahead. Yay! I quickly gave away my tickets to a couple of deserving teenage girls, wrangling a promise that they would let me interview them later, and took off for Stockholm dressed in my cool black leather jacket and boots, on the off chance that Rob and Ashley would notice me in a crowd of 9000. (Hope springs eternal..)
After sitting in on an interview with a group of teenage girls, being conducted by some university researchers who were writing a book about Twilight (yeah, sure, I saw the gleam in her eyes when she gushed about visiting Forks and living in the “real Cullen house” in Portland: university or no university, that researcher is a closet fan too..) I headed over to the arena, and stood around in the cool October wind stomping my feet and watching the girls who had been hanging around since Wednesday with pity, as we waited for the event manager to remember to come and collect the press gang.
Then we were all ticked off one by one by a guy with a slick-back and a red tie (ewww), given cool press badges and conducted onto the red carpet where we would get the chance to interview all the artists and the Swedish celebrities invited to this event. No, no, Rob and Ashley would do a red carpet entrance later in the arena for the VIP ticket holders, no one else. *sigh*
So then I spent 3 hours standing around, chatting to some girls from a local TV station who were Twi fans too, interviewing arriving celebrities like the prime minister’s wife about her thoughts on Twilight (funny, all the celebrities stuttered and stared and mumbled something about “well, it’s really my kids who talked me into coming..” Cowards!) and then asking the fans why they liked Twilight so much. (“The guys are SO handsome!” Yeah, right, I got that part.)
FINALLY we were let into the arena, and I quickly staked out a place close to the stage where I reckoned Rob and Ashley would be sitting and planted my feet in between two short thirteen-year-olds and right behind two TALL teenagers with squishy pony tails that tended to strike me in the face whenever they bounced. Oh well. I was kind of appalled to notice that hundreds of seats remained un-occupied throughout the event, since I knew that there were girls all over Scandinavia pining for a ticket. Not fair. Well, if they’d known what they were really in for, maybe they would have been less keen..?
And then we were in for a LONG wait, comprising “entertainment” by one hit wonders chosen for their appeal to teenage girls, and lame jokes by the morning radio hosts elected to host this event for unclear reasons, asking us at least ten times if we were looking forward to “actually being in the actual same room as Robert Pattinson?”. Duh, dude. Next question. By this time my back was hurting like crazy, and I was seriously regretting skipping lunch AND dinner. It would be kind of humiliating to be carried out fainting even before Rob had even entered the building, no?
We watched a ten-minute reel of clips from BD – twice, since Rob and Ashley apparently took longer to get from their hotel than expected. (Couldn’t you just hang out in the arena before time, or did grooming actually take you like, hours, guys?) – and finally had to endure the humiliation of collective singing and listening to one of the radio hosts improvising a song with his guitar just to fill out the time. (Rob, where are you when we need you?)
Will she see them? Find out more.. After the Jump(ing Rob)
And then they were there, on stage waving, before descending onto the red carpet, signing and taking photographs with fans. It was possible to tell exactly when the big screens showed shots of Rob signing and not Ashley, because the level of screaming rose exponentially. I watched their images with a big silly smile on my face, getting ready for the moment when they would become visible to me too.
When they finally did, I couldn’t take my eyes off Rob’s face. He was handsome as usual in a narrowly tailored dark blue-grey suit with a silvery shine, showing off his shoulders, dark shirt and tie, and with localised scruff and the beginning of sex hair. Ashley was as pretty as I’ve ever seen her, with a sleek, dark ponytail, perfect make-up and creamy white skin, petite and lovely, but it was unreal watching the Rob-mannerisms I’ve seen on YouTube IRL. There was the touching of the hair, scruff and earlobes (although significantly lessened: has he been coached? Was he drunk?) and the initial smirk and adjusting the back of his pants, that probably hides embarrassment at meeting the screams of a huge hall full of people. There was the politeness to the female interviewer with raised eyebrows and head cocked to the side, the teasing of Ashley (“Are we humble? No, not her: I’m genuinely humble, but she’s just faking it. She’s the worst possible diva!”) and all the facial expressions going from angelic to grinning in the blink of an eye. Every time he turned his head to glance over his shoulder at the sections of fans behind him, the level of screaming from that direction rose to new heights. It was hard to hear all the questions due to the screaming, but at least I now know that Rob has never heard of Word Feud and seemed unfamiliar with Angry Bird. (Great to know, in case we get stuck in the Tube together!)
I stood there, squashed between excited bodies and suddenly felt as if I was seeing him for the first time, and feeling him, as if I had just realised what a nice, fun, gentle guy he is. Not a superstar, not a famous actor, just a really, really likeable young man, a bit too good-looking for his own good and unable to grasp exactly what makes an arena full of girls of all ages go crazy, scream, cry and smile for him. I felt strangely privileged and at the same time a little bit nostalgic, as if this moment was already a memory. All too soon, it was time for them to get up and go back down the waiting line of fans once more for signings and photos, before exiting with a wave and a smile the way they came. All in all, I don’t think they spent much more than 30 minutes in the arena. What an unreal way to earn a living!
I hobbled up the stairs and out into the cool night air and snatched up a complimentary poster on the way out (Oh no, the Breaking Dawn poster, hideous – but at least it’s mine. *shudder*) All the way home on the train I browsed through the blurry photos on my camera and smiled a sleepy smile. I’ll never get over my Rob-crush now. That sweet smile alone will tide me over the next two years. Stephenie, Stephenie, what have you done to us..?
So, what will keep YOUR enthusiasm alive for the years ahead? Cause the BD part 1 poster obviously ain’t gonna do the trick!
Awwww GREAT story!!! Like I said, reminded me of seeing Rob (At Ellen) for the first time in Nov 2009! Memorrriessss. Anyone have a First-time-I-saw-Rob story to share!?
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