In mid-January, as Andy and I were planning our Valentine’s plans, I thought about our “bucket list” ideas. Attending a Murray State basketball game together was one of them, but I wanted to do something else in addition. I thought about the musical artists I would love to see perform in concert; my top two “must see’s” were Scotty McCreery and Hunter Hayes. I typed their names into Google, and to my surprise Scotty would be performing just two hours away in Madisonville, KY the very next month. Furthermore, Andy would actually be home to attend the concert with me– a rarity these days with all of the Army things going on. And, it was on the Thursday night before President’s Day weekend, so Andy would have a 4 day weekend off from work– no 0530 wakeup just a few hours after arriving home from the concert. With my husband’s blessing, I immediately bought two of the expensive seats to the show. After our last concert experience that almost resulted in Andy missing the show due to Army things, I paid extra for the protection plan that would refund our money in case we couldn’t attend.
After Andy got off from work, changed out of his uniform, and freshened up, we hit the road for Madisonville. I drove while we listened to an audiobook called Soldier Dogs. Andy, exhausted from working so much lately, fell asleep on the way there. We arrived in town with enough time to spare for dinner at Taco John’s– my favorite Mexican fast food place. Madisonville is the nearest Taco John’s to Fort Knox, so needless to say I don’t get to enjoy the food as much as I would like.
When we finished our food, we drove over to the Glema Mahr Center for the show. We sat in the parking lot for a bit before going inside, at Andy’s insistence. As we took our seats in the auditorium, we heard an announcement over the speakers that the merchandise table was selling meet and greet tickets before the show started. We immediately jumped up and headed over there. By the time we reached the front of the line and it was our turn to buy them, the merch table manager stated they had stopped selling the tickets 10 minutes prior.
I was so upset, because we had been sitting in our car in the parking lot the entire time. In my mind, it was Andy’s fault. Had he not wanted to sit in the car to kill time, we could have already bought our meet and greet tickets. And once again, it was also the Army’s fault because the Army is the reason this would be our last special date night for a long time. I snapped at him in front of the others in line and quickly walked away. When we returned to our seats, he grabbed my hand and said, “I’m sorry.” I felt guilty for being mad because it wasn’t his fault. He had no idea they were selling meet and greet tickets, and had he known, he would have bought one for each of us. It’s not his fault that the Army is sending him away.
As the concert started and opening act Raquel Cole began to perform, my eyes welled up with tears in disappointment. I thought about how this would be our last special date night for a long, long time and I just wanted some cool memories of meeting the guy who sings so many of the songs that define our relationship.
Listening to Scotty sing was like a walk down memory lane for me and Andy. See You Tonight reminded me of the 14+ hour drives that Andy would make from Louisiana to Kentucky just to spend 2 days with me (like I wrote about in this blog post.) How we used that song as the exit song at our wedding. I Love You This Big reminded me of how as much as I adore Scotty, I (for some odd reason) don’t care for the song– probably because it’s grammatically incorrect– and ultimately decided to use Hunter Hayes’ Still Fallin’ for our first dance as husband and wife. Feelin’ It and Blue Jean Baby reminded me of listening to Scotty’s CD on the long drives to and from Fort Knox. 5 More Minutes reminded me of when Andy’s unit got recalled to post for the weekend and he had to leave my house at 6:30 on a Saturday morning after just arriving there late the night before. Watching Andy receive the call, jump out of bed, pack his bag and run out the door in just a few minutes’ time, while I sat on the bed, trying not to cry and wishing we could just have 5 more minutes together. Listening to Scotty McCreery cover other artists’ songs such as John Michael Montgomery’s Sold (at the Grundy County Auction) reminded me of the John Michael Montgomery concert we went to a few weeks before our wedding and Randy Travis’ Forever and Ever Amen reminded me of me singing that song in the shower shortly after the wedding to the love of my life.
After the concert, I saw a tweet from someone who said we should stick around after the show and try to meet Scotty. My hopes were up again. We hung around the concert hall for a bit, then headed outside. We could see his bus, but it was secluded from everything else due to construction at the hall. Andy decided we would sit in the car and wait. After waiting for over an hour, Andy looked at me and asked if we could go home. I saw the look of exhaustion in his eyes. He had been awake since zero dark-thirty and we still had a 2 hour drive back home (3 with the time difference.) It would be nearly 2 am before we would make it home, and with my nearsightedness, I struggle with night driving issues which meant Andy had no choice but to drive. So we left, both of us disappointed. Me, disappointed for not meeting my favorite singer, my husband disappointed for not being able to make it happen.
To me, the concert was poorly advertised. The only reason I found out about it was because one night I randomly thought, “Hey, I wonder if Scotty McCreery is going to be performing nearby” and when I Googled it, I was surprised to find out that he would be in Madisonville, KY the next month. I bought my tickets from the Glema Mahr Center website (where it would be held) but it never mentioned they would be selling meet and greet tickets. I never heard anything about it on the radio or local press or anything.
You know the saying “If you meet your heroes, you’ll just end up disappointed”? I guess you can also say if you even try to meet your heroes, you’ll end up disappointed. Will I still listen to his music? Sure. It’s catchy. Will I spend money on another concert of his? Probably not. After all, with Andy’s work schedule it’s hard to attend concerts, and with his work schedule picking up even more this year, I’m not sure we can plan any big dates like this for a long time.
Overall, as much as it sucked not being able to meet my favorite singer (and how selfish that idea of me even trying to meet him in the first place was), I really did enjoy the concert. I got to go with the love of my life. He held my hand, put his arm around me, and kissed my forehead throughout the show. He looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes and a smile on his face when he would glance over and see me singing along to every word of the song. In the end, Scotty McCreery doesn’t really matter. He’s not the one I went home with that night, the one who promised to love me forever and ever. Andy is.
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