Here is possibly the longest post in history, so hold on folks! It is filled with shenanigans and hijinks, so try to power through!
First, I think you all know that I've been planning to go to Houston to see Ryan Star. You've heard me mention Ryan before I'm sure. I've been a fan for years and I believe he is really talented and about to be on his way to big things (new album coming out in July, just made VH1 top 20 this week, etc.). Anyway, he was on tour with another act (Serena Ryder) and was coming to Texas. I was so excited until I discovered that his show was on Thursday night and I couldn't go because I had to teach class. I saw that he was going to be in Houston on Friday night, so I made plans with my friend Abby to go visit her. She lives about an hour outside of Houston.
Well, on Thursday, I see a tweet from Ryan that Serena Ryder had to cancel her concert due to an emergency, but he was going to still be at the Dallas and Houston House of Blues (HOB) shows. There was much confusion at the HOB, and we had to re-buy tickets for the Friday show after our's were refunded, but everything was still on.
Friday morning I headed through much, much, much traffic to South Texas. Once there, Abby and I headed into Houston to our Hotel for the show at the HOB. We got there at 7 to get in line. After standing in line for about an hour, the bouncer came around carding everyone and getting everything ready to open the door. At this point, we started to notice that there was another line forming closer to the door. We asked about it and he said it was "skip the line" pass people. Of course we said How do you get to be skip the line people? He says that if we had eaten in the restaurant or purchased something in the gift store then we could skip the line. Really?, we say, Too bad we didn't know that sooner. He says go on down to the gift store, you have time. We say, But the doors open in 3 minutes. He says, you've got time, I promise, just hurry. At this point it dawns on us that he is the door opener and is saying that he will wait for us, so we rush back to the store (down three floors) along with the girls in line behind us.
I run into the gift store, grab a $1 pack of skittles and say, give us the Skip the Line pass. Then we find out that we have to spend $15 each to get to Skip the Line. I say, Look, I don't want your crap, I just want to skip the line, so what's the most cost effective way to do this? The guy working the gift shop says, Why don't you just buy a gift card that you can use in the bar upstairs? Perfect! We get our card and rush back up to the venue and are like #3 inside.
Once inside, we have two options: (1) We can stand at the stage. I mean literally AT THE STAGE. Like you could get spit on by an enthusiastic singer, close to the stage; or (2) We can sit at one of 6 tall tables that have bar stools and be about 8 feet away from the stage. We opt for option #2.
The girls in line behind us come in much much later. They wanted to know what we had to buy and how we did it so quickly. They say that they had to buy crap like drumsticks, and cards, etc. to get their pass but then didn't even get back quick enough to use the pass. We explained our gift card situation and they thought we were the most brilliant, awesome people ever. Seriously. Word spread and people started coming by and saying things like "Wow, you guys rock!" and "Y'all are so smart!". It was like we were Yoda of the HOB!
Some other band comes on and plays. We have no clue, but I start to notice that lots of people have cameras. I had done much research on this subject including calling and asking. I had been told NO CAMERAS at all. Was told that they would have to be checked for a fee if you brought them. They lied, they lied, they lied! I find a young girl who has a very nice camera. I go ask her to take photos of Ryan Star and e-mail them to me (I gave her a business card with my e-mail address). She has no clue about Ryan Star, so I become his PR person and sell her and her group of young chick-a-dees on how awesome he is. Then I get into a conversation with another girl who was in Dallas for Thursday, came to Houston for Friday, and was going back to Dallas on Saturday. Wow! I thought I was a fan! More on her later...
So we sit there through the first "show" and then believe that Ryan is coming up next. At this point some of the group that belonged to the girls in line behind us start to stand in front of us, but all the people with them said, "OH NO! Don't stand in front of them! We like them, their awesome!". Abby & I just laughed and laughed. It's good being Yoda of the HOB!
There was a group of folks pressed against the stage and then about a foot walk space between them and our table. I look over to the right and I see a guy walking in that walk space toward us and it is Ryan Star. I try not to freak out, but I alert Abby (because she also has no clue who he is, she's just along for the ride!). As he goes by, he touches my knee and Abby starts saying, Oh my gosh! He touched you! I will totally vouch for it!
He takes the stage and I alert my little teenage camera girl that This is Ryan. I also hand my camera phone up to the Dallas-multiple-shows-girl and ask her to take a pic. Here it is...
Update: Ryan tweeted a link to my blogpost to his followers, so if that is how you got here, welcome fellow Ryan Star followers!
Update #2: I guess I should have more faith in people! (In my defense, people lie to me all day, every day) My little teen chick-a-dee friend from the show just sent me 4 more pics! These are similar to what I'm sure I would have taken if I would have had my camera during the show...