I recently had a Front Row experience. Scratch that. I saw an opportunity that I had wanted for a LONG time and I pursued a Front Row experience. It wasn’t guaranteed. It wasn’t given to me. It took work. But it was worth it. We can notice and appreciate Front Row moments; ya know… those moments where you realize, “Wow! It doesn’t get much better than this!” Or, “Wow! THIS is a moment I want to lock in my memory forever”. We can also create them for ourselves and others. We are always in a position to take 100% responsibility for where we are and move to a place we want to be. I hope my story helps you to notice and pursue some of your own Front Row moments.
I love P!nk. Her music got me through my divorce, gave me words to how I feel about my daughters (Perfect), and pumps me up when I need to get excited. P!nk has paved the way, very publically, to help women own their own unique weirdness, made it ok to be fit over “sexy,” and let her art speak for itself instead of giving into the pressure to be the next Britney Spears. All that took immense courage. It paid off.
P!nk is on her Beautiful Trauma tour now. Tickets are hard to come by. If you do come by them, you haven’t come by them inexpensively. To even get tickets on the first level (not main floor), you’re looking at $200 each to get seats behind the stage. To get on the main floor, you’re looking at over $1,000 per ticket. Whoa.
So, when I heard she was coming to the Twin Cities (where I live) for a special Super Bowl concert, I wanted to find out how I could be first in line for tickets.I found out I could get early access to buy if I became a “Verified P!nk Fan” with TicketMaster. Done!
Lesson 1: Know what you want and find out what you need to make it happen.
At 10:00 a.m. on the day tickets went on sale for Verified Fans, I was to be on the road heading to a speaking engagement. I know from past experience just how fast her tickets go, and that being online at 10 would be necessary to get tickets. I asked my amazing husband, Joel, if he could stand in for me so I could be on time for my speaking engagement. He said yes.
On the day the tickets went on sale, I reminded Joel when the ticket sale would be live and verified that he’d be able to log on. He did, and just a few minutes after 10, he messaged me to tell me, “2 tickets; $540.”
Lesson 2: Recognize when you’re going to need help. And ask for help from someone you KNOW you can trust.
I was simultaneously euphoric and freaked out by spending that kind of money on general admission tickets. Yep, general admission. We could be in the back of the venue or the front. No guarantees. Just us and 8,000 of our closest friends. I knew I wanted a Front Row experience.
Lesson 3: There are no guarantees in life, even when you invest good money. Great seats (opportunities) “land” in the laps of those who get clear on a goal, do the work, and grab opportunities.
I told my husband that we’d need to get downtown to the venue site several hours early to get a good place in line. Being the rational man he is, he reminded me it would be February 2nd in Minnesota and standing outside for several hours is not only crazy, but dangerous, especially in “concert wear.” He knows me well; while I’m not into short dresses, I am into six-inch heels. I decided I’d table that discussion for the moment, and relish in celebration that WE HAD P!NK TICKETS! We’d figure out the details closer to the concert date.
Lesson 4: Don’t forget to celebrate. There’s always a next step and more to do, but celebrating along the way can rejuvenate your energy and make the journey a lot more fun.
As the concert got closer, we got our ducks in a row. Sleepovers planned for the kids? Check. Scope out the venue and best parking? Check. Find out what time the doors open? Check. ([7:30].) Check the forecast to find out how early we can safely be? Check… (Gulp. February 2nd was to be a high of 7 degrees. That’s air temp. At the peak of the day. There is always wind, and it will be dark out. We will be freezing our blessed booties off.) Plan the outfit? Check. I’d definitely be wearing jeans, but got a new long-sleeved top that I could layer. I felt like that would “even out” the fact I was still going to wear unreasonable shoes. Because shoes. You’ve got to wear bad*ss shoes when you see P!nk live.
Lesson 5: Plan for success, but know it’s ok to be calculatedly “unreasonable” (i.e. go against the grain) to express yourself.
On the day of the concert, I could have jumped out of my skin with anticipation. I had dreamed up my fantasy. It looked something like this: We’d be in the front row, P!nk would notice my hair (which is currently fiery orange) and say, “I love your hair!” And my husband would chime in, “Yeah! And it’s her birthday!” Then P!nk would invite me up on stage and make a comment about how much we look alike and we’d be instant besties.
Lesson 6: Go ahead and dream big. I knew the chances of most of that happening were near nil, but vision-casting, dreaming, or whatever you want to call it is an important aspect of “reaching for the stars.” Do it. It feels good.
My clever husband, knowing how determined I was to be the first in line, made us dinner reservations at [5:15]. Now, granted it was across a courtyard from the venue, but this meant we literally could not stand in line until at least [6:15]. I was not a happy camper. I felt like he was trying to sabotage my efforts, but he asked me to trust him, so to dinner we went.
After dinner (I was squirming in my seat with anticipation nearly the whole time), we took the skyway around to where we could see the line outside the venue. This allowed us to scope it out without freezing our booties off. The line was really short! I guess my fellow Minnesotans aren’t as hardy as I had anticipated.
So, we went out and stood in line. We were an hour early. I was in six-inch heels and I was cold. But I didn’t care. We were going to get AWESOME spots at a P!nk concert!
Lesson 7: When you’re committed to a goal, you’ll have to put up with some discomfort or even pain. Remember why you’re there in the first place.
In front of us was a young lady who was all by herself. She said she had driven up from Iowa—a four-hour drive—by herself to see this once-in-a-lifetime concert. She said she hadn’t told anyone she was coming until she arrived, then called her grandma, who told her, “That’s an awful idea” to have come. She said she typically makes friends easily and figured she’d be fine. I immediately felt like I needed to take this young lady under my wing.
Meanwhile, we heard murmurs that the line on the other side of the building was half as long (there were two doors in). Joel scoped it out and texted, ushering me over. I asked the young lady if she’d like to join us; she readily agreed. Officially, the momma in me had come out. I didn’t want to leave her alone.
Lesson 8: On your road to success, it’s ok, no, it’s GOOD, to take people with you.
We met a couple of new friends in the other line, Mollie and Dave. Shared experience has a way of bonding you. We were all frozen to the core! Waited patiently for the doors to open. Shortly before [7:30], we pulled our printed tickets out and got ready to enter. That young lady hadn’t printed her ticket. Then she mentioned she was 18. I was pretty sure this is a 21-plus event. Turns out she hadn’t read any of the fine print. Oh boy.
She quickly went back in her email to see if there was another way she could get in without a printed ticket. We helped her to plan her back up and told her the nearest hotel and suggested if they didn’t let her in, she could go use their business center, print her ticket and be back in time for the concert.
The time came, they open the doors and we flooded in. I helped the young woman find a ticket rep to talk her through her ticket issue, then headed in, telling her we’d see her on the other side. She never came in, and I found out several minutes later they couldn’t let her in because of her age.
Remember Lesson 1? That would have been a good one for her to have taken into consideration. She simply got excited about her plan and proceeded without any research, planning, nor conferring with anyone. I totally appreciate her willingness to take action, but without some planning, your front-row experience ends abruptly.
Inside, another line was forming. The DJ playing music in the general gathering area was encouraging everyone to mingle, get drinks, and hang out as they wouldn’t be opening the main doors for an hour and a half. We can mingle IN line, thank you very much. We got a GREAT spot in the line and did not wander.
The line was getting longer and longer and we were to be let in in roughly 15 minutes. Suddenly an acquaintance came up and was chatty, excited to see me, and super friendly! I love people and was a little surprised, but thought maybe being outside the normal environment I’d usually see her made her more friendly. It wasn’t too long before she asked if she and her 3 friends could hop in line in front of us. I said yes.
Lesson 9: See Lesson 8. There is more than enough to go around.
Soon enough we were let inside. We were able to walk right up to the stage! There were just two people between us and the fence surrounding the stage. There was a 5-foot walkway between the fence and the stage for security/video personnel, but P!nk was going to be RIGHT THERE! I started to get wildly excited.
What weren’t excited, however, were my feet. They were thawed, but throbbing already. We had another TWO HOURS before P!nk came on. I HAD to give my feet a break, I slipped my shoes off, happy that the night was young and there were no spilled drinks yet.
That acquaintance? She disappeared. I guess she wasn’t so concerned about hanging out with me after all. No loss, because the company I was with was SO good. Our new friends, Mollie and Dave, who we’d met and bonded within that frigid cold line outside, were so much fun! Mollie was down to earth, kind, and loved the same songs I did. She’d never seen P!nk live before and was equally as excited to see her for the first time as I was to see her again. Our husbands got along beautifully and, as they were both big guys, they were able to “hold ground” so us ladies didn’t get shoved around as the crowd filled in. And being really tall has its benefits: my friend’s husband was able to capture some pretty great pics.
Lesson 10: Find some people who will have your back. And appreciate the heck out of them.
Thirty minutes before P!nk came on, I put my shoes back on. Despite how sore my feet were, they were absolutely the right footwear choice that night. That extra six inches improved my view immensely; I was so glad I had them.
Lesson 11: It’s important to get a different vantage point. Despite that it may hurt a little and stretch you, being able to see the situation from a different angle can make all the difference in the world.
Then…the moment. The lights went down and the band started playing intro music. And P!nk appeared! Ahhhhh! It was so epic! She was even more spectacular than I remembered from the last show I’d attended. The biggest difference? I had front-row “seats” this time around!
Look at how close we were! I shook pretty much the whole time with excitement, so excuse the pictures not being super clear 🙂
A few songs into her set and I heard someone yell my name. It was that acquaintance from before the show (the one I’d let in line). Somehow she was 10-15 feet in back of us. She asked if there was space up near us. I immediately responded with, “Sorry, there’s no room.” I had a flare of irritation, but let it go within 15 seconds because I did not have time to waste thinking about her when such greatness was right in front of me.
Lesson 12: Be kind and generous with people, but recognize when you’re being used and draw boundaries. It sucks when it happens, but don’t give the takers or their actions more than a moment’s energy. You have too much awesomeness in front of you to be dragged down by selfish people.
For the rest of the concert, I was lost in P!nk’s music. Holding Joel’s hand, singing along with Molly, sharing the experience with people who were making the most of this experience, too. It couldn’t have been more awesome. We got lots of pictures and videos, but put our phones away sometimes just to focus on the immediate. Epic.
Remember that little fantasy I had construed right after we scored the tickets? Well, P!nk didn’t call me out. I didn’t go on stage. We aren’t besties (unfortunately). But part of that dream did come true. We experienced the concert from the front row.
It took planning. It took patience. It took standing in line when others would not. But it was worth it. Every moment.
Lesson 13: Diligence, hard work, and keeping your eye on your goals will always be worth it.
One last lesson learned that night. I am training for a bodybuilding competition right now. That means for the six months I’m training, there is a strict meal plan that allows no alcohol, sugar, or dairy. So on a “normal” celebratory night, I absolutely would’ve had a couple (or three) drinks. I had none that night. And I am so … damn … grateful. I got to experience every moment. No fog, no buzz, no numbing of emotions. Pure, sober bliss. And my experience was richer for it. The next morning, I woke up sore (standing in six-heels for five hours with adrenaline running will do that to you), but I wasn’t sluggish, I didn’t feel icky, and I certainly wasn’t hungover. #worthit
Lesson 14: Stay alert. Good or bad, don’t numb your experiences. Your memories and processes will be better than you can imagine.
Joel and I laid around the next morning, rewatching the videos and looking at all the pictures. We texted with our new friends, Molly and Dave (shared experience is a bonding thing). It was the best memory I could imagine for a birthday.
I asked Joel, who has now gone to two P!nk concerts and is a mild fan at best, what he thought. He said the up-close experience was amazing, but what he loved most was watching me love the experience. So, then my heart exploded, because that guy? He is a true moment maker. And his joy is greatest when he’s making moments for others. This leads to a final, 15th lesson.
Lesson 15: Be intentional about making special moments for others. The joy it returns to your life is second-to-none.
To learn more about living a Front Row life and being a moment maker, get a copy of The Front Row Factor by Jon Vroman. It’s become a backbone of our family; I’d love to hear how your life changes by you making the choice to be in the Front Row of your own life and create Front Row moments for those around you.