disclaimer: this is a non-fashion post & includes a documentation of my teeny-bopper demeanor, a cliche, and several swoons and sighs. You have been warned.
As if my
twitter rants were not enough to satiate my Adam appetite, I decided to post on one last social media platform before my heart, nay,
STEREO explodes. #becausegoodmusiccanbesohardtofind
This past Tuesday my friend and I (Hi Xtina!) attended
The Voice where we found ourselves amidst clamorous + fiesty Adam fanatics (I'm so normal compared to them--promise!) entreating with
all kinds of requests (again, I say this-- they were probably fanning their lady-parts while staring at Adam). What was pretty cool was being asked to jump up and down en masse (read: bust a bunch of
Moves Like Jagger) during the live taping of musical performances and guests by The Wanted & Justin Bieber (side note: imagine how annoying I'd be if I were a "Belieber"/ Justin Biebs fan). Oh, and being front row in the pit, conveniently a few feet away from Adam's red chair & gorgeous face was perfecto. After the solidarity of making friends while waiting in anticipation, (Hi Keisha!) we went on to the concerted game plan: Getting Levine to sign my cast!
After several requests -- thanks to the consistence of Christina and Keisha -- Adam acceded to meet my simple wish with a concise signature and heart. And so, that ink on my cast is now a capstone of my injured wrist. (humble-brag alert: he didn't give his autograph to any one else. And yes, I realize he'd look like an ass if he didn't sign a cast, but just let me BEEEEEE!)
SOOOOO... moral of the story:
Just shoot for the stars
If it feels riiiiiiiight
Then aim for my heart
If you feel liiiiike
Oh, and something good (Adam's autograph) can come out of bad (cast). #cliche #SWOON #SIGH
Now let's see if I can get him to Retweet me on Twitter (uh-oh). #TeamAdam
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