At first, second or even third glance you may not recognize the face of the man in the picture, and I am okay with that. Hold onto your studded leather loafers and by the end of this post you will not only know who this man is but will be extremely jealous that I have a picture with him and you don't. Okay, maybe not jealous at all.Maybe the below video will help satisfy your curiosity if you are still scratching your head in confusion why I have my picture taken with a gothic mohawk man.
Recognize him now? Good you should. That song was super hot this summer and I could be singing it in my shower, on the beach, in my car, and at work. Basically everywhere.
Here is my story: Last night as I was eating dinner at Guru's for my amazing roommate Rachel's birthday, this mohawked man in a black trenchcoat walked in. I looked up, and then looked again. "Could this possibly be the one, the only, the lead singer of the Neon Trees?" Thank goodness for my internet-enabled smartphone; I was able to immediately confirm my suspicions...Neon Trees was eating at Guru's! I kept my cool for awhile. I seemed to be the only person at the table of 12 to recognize them. It isn't every day that you run into semi-famous people in Provo (except for Provo celebrities like B-Money and Donny Osmond. Those are very nearly everyday occurrences), so one doesn't just walk around keeping your eyes peeled for the famous. Finally, someone else mentioned that Neon Trees was here. I sighed a breath of relief knowing that I was not the only one that follows celebrity gossip and the lives of the semi-famous semi-religiously. I continued eating while occasionally stealing glances towards the band. Finally, as they were leaving, I grabbed my camera from my purse, breathed in and said to myself, "Why not?" I went for it. I approached Tyler (the lead singers name. Wikipedia told me so). I said to him..."Hey, I know that this is super dorky and I understand that I am super weird, but can I get my picture taken with you?" He replied, "No that's not weird at all." We posed. We took our picture together. He squeezed my arm, and said to me "It was great meeting you. Maybe I will see you around." Yeah, right. Of course you will. On their way out I was still standing and he passed me again and said, "really good to meet you." As he left, I felt my heart flutter for a minute. I imagined our future together. The fame.
I do not claim to be the world's biggest fan of Neon Trees, but I do really like them. Once, I almost went to their concert in Provo, but the man of my dreams (at the time) invited me to do something that night, so I didn't go to the concert. That was a decision I will regret for the rest of my life because that night was awful. No good, terrible. I will venture to say horrendous. Next time, I will know to go the Neon Trees concert over a stupid boy.
Just for good measure (and because I have a massive crush on Justin Bieber), here is another video of Neon Trees:
1 comment:
Look at you. Meeting famous people in Provo. I'm glad you explained.. cause I was kind of wondering when I saw your facebook picture was with a gothic wearing mohawk man.
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