Let's Talk About...The One Time I Met a Celebrity!

Sit tight, because this is gonna be good.

Basically, this whole blog post is going to be a story time on when I met my first ever celebrity. Some of you know who I met, but most of you don't know the story of what happened that day.

So, let me break it down for you.

It all started with a Sanity competition that I had no real intention of winning, but as the days drew closer to when the winner was announced, I became more anxious. All I had to do was buy this artist's CD, put in a code and write in 25 words or less why I should get to meet them.

And then it happened.

I won two tickets to Sydney to meet the one and only, Shawn Mendes.

Yeah, I was literally the GIF above in that moment I found out.

I had to wait until the middle of my year 12 exams until I could fly to Sydney and meet the love of my life (I'm joking, obviously...). I was anxiously waiting for two months and I didn't know how to handle it and didn't even know if I could go.

As you could say, I was shooketh.

So after the anxiety of getting on the plane, landing in Sydney then getting to Enmore Theatre where he was performing, my mother and I were extremely surprised of how many people where there already waiting to meet him.

For the next 6 hours, we waited in line. No food and only water were the things that kept us going, along with some friendly girls we met that were from Sydney and Brisbane, until we finally where allowed in to the venue.

I was number 43, and I still have the ugly, fluro orange wrist band.

Before I went to Sydney, I had written Shawn a letter that I was going to make sure was given to him, I was determined for him to get it directly from me.

But, my plan was about to falter.

The security woman (who was a total pain the backside by the way) had forced us to leave handbags and anything else outside the door on a table.

My first thought was; "Bitch, really? I had shit I wanted signed!"

My next thought was; "Shit, how the hell do I give him the letter?"

So, slyly as I could, I grabbed the letter out of my handbag without anyone seeing, you know, some type of ninja shit, I felt like a bad ass (yes I know, it's not really a big deal but in that moment it felt cool, okay?) and hid it under my denim jacket, placing my handbag on the table, I giving the security woman a sarcastic smile.

I waited in line, watching every girl that came out crying hysterically, sobbing to the friends they were with. I remember specifically turning to my mother and I said, "Do I really wanna go in there?" I remember her laughing at me. Yeah, she was supportive in that moment. (Thanks mumma).

Finally, it was my turn. I handed the security guard my phone, ready to get a photo. I sighed, taking a deep breath.

This was it.

I was going to meet him.

I walked up the steps slowly, lifting my head to come face to face with Shawn Mendes.

I was starstruck.

His face lit up as he noticed me.

And you know the first thing I said and came out of my mouth?

"Sweet mother of lord Jesus, it's actually you."

I was completely embarrassed and I know what you're all thinking, "What the hell, Zali?!"

Well, I wasn't thinking, okay? I never do.

But I distinctly remember Shawn laughing, so that was always a good sign. I think I was the only one who didn't actually cry that day, or maybe I'm wrong.

I remember him saying, "Hey, how are you?"

I smiled and replied with usual "Good thank you, and yourself?"

He smiled in return as he wrapped his arms around me, and I wrapped one arm around him, the other one holding the letter underneath the jacket. I felt complete, I'm not going to lie to you. Here's the photo:

Yeah, he's super tall and he's toned, not going to lie to any of you.

I looked up to him and smiled, absolutely crapping myself.

I handed him the letter and said thank you and good luck on the rest of his career, and that I hoped he read the letter.

"Thank you hun, I will, I promise."

Those words have stuck with me.

Did I ever find out if he read the letter? No, but I have a feeling he did. I always trust my gut instinct.

I placed the letter in his hand, slowly letting it slip out, like one of those romantic scenes in a movie where the two lovers say goodbye for last time?

It was like that. Well, for me it was anyway.

It was after the meet & greet and the soundcheck however where things started to go a little wrong.

Security told us VIP people to stay sitting down whilst we waited to be instructed to get up again for the show to start.

All of a sudden it was like a stamped of 12-year-old girls.

The general admission people sprinted in, trampling on everyone who was on the ground, including my mother and myself. I lost my mother in the crowd and I was stuck in the middle of the mosh pit, and that's when things started to really go side ways.

Literally.

Everyone in the middle where I was located was getting rocked sideways, front ways and back ways, so, naturally, I started to have a panic attack.

I needed to get out.

I quickly just also want to thank the three girls who saved me and pushed people out of the road for me to find my mother again when everyone refused to move for me.

It was an insane experience, one I will surely never forget.

But, in the end, I enjoyed the concert and had the time of my life, which is why I'm going back on December 3rd this year in Melbourne. Sydney, you wont be seeing me anytime soon.

So, I'm not really sure if there's a moral to this story or a lesson to be learned. I guess all I can say is that if you have someone you wish to meet, don't give up hope. Luck just might find you.

It did for me.

And I still don't know how.

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