Have you heard? Ed Sheeran is going to be performing outside of the Today Show Studios this Friday. Everyone who lives in my house knows the summer concert schedule by heart.
Living close to the city has its perks, but sometimes, I would rather not deal with the throngs of people.
My 15-year-old daughter aspires to be one of the stark raving crazy fans standing outside the Today Show’s Studio 1A. I, on the other hand, would rather not trek into the city, especially when I know the plaza will be filled with screaming teenage girls.
I think back to the year that I convinced my mom to take me into the city to see the Christmas tree lighting at Rockefeller Center. I was one of those crazy teenagers standing outside the Live At Five Studio waving posters during the news broadcast. Once it was dark enough, the tree was lit. Less than five seconds later, mass chaos broke out.
It was wall to wall people. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed onto the back of my mother’s coat to make sure I didn’t lose her in the crowd. It took what seemed to be hours to get down the few blocks to our train.
While it was thrilling to be there, at that moment, I would have rather been home on my couch watching the show. There were so many people in front of me that I could barely see the bottom half of the tree.
Weighing the pros and cons, I try to explain to her that we would probably need to camp out two days ahead of time in order to secure a spot close enough to the stage. This fact does not seem to deter her. In fact, it fuels her desire to hop on the next train down to Manhattan. As she starts throwing items into her backpack, I tell her that it is not going to happen.
She put on her best puppy dog eyes and reminded me that I didn’t let her stand outside the stage door at Roseland Ballroom a few weeks back. Never mind that she attended the same concert a day before in Long Island. She argues that she didn’t get to meet Darren Criss. This is the ammunition she brings out to make me feel bad enough to stand among the throes of people on the off chance she will catch a glimpse of her latest obsession.
As I put on my most convincing voice, I try to persuade her that if we stay home, she will be able to see the concert up close and personal. I work on selling her on the fact that her Tweet might get shown during the broadcast.
According to my daughter, I do not understand, but I do. It wasn’t that long ago that I was a teenager, obsessed with the latest and greatest boy band or hunky solo artist.
Maybe I should bring her smack dab in the middle of all the chaos. Let her experience the thrill and give her the wisdom, so that someday when she is in my position, she will say no to her daughter too.