MEET & GREET RECAP: (oh my god, it happened!)
Thanks to Sylvia Coles' generosity (and circumstances), I was able to go to the Chris Evert Charities Tennis Tournament yesterday (Saturday.)
Friday, I called the ticket office to ask about accessibility/wheelchair logistics since I had general admission tickets and wanted to be sure I could sit in an accessible spot. The lady that answered the phone gave me crap and smarta**y tone about it, so I ranted on my profile. Luckily, several of you David Cook fans came to my rescue and told me all the right things to do/say.
Saturday morning, we get to the venue, and I have to go use the facilities (because of a 2 hour car ride, y'know...) As soon as we got there, my left footrest snaps off my wheelchair. GREAT!!! We put it in my purse, and head back to our seats.
Most of the staff were so uptight about protocol, and once my mom and I got situated, an usher said we had to get our tickets "stamped for proof of accessibility." Luckily, they only made my mom go back downstairs for it. (Again, no one told us about this.)
Then, we got back for the first match, which included Carson Kressley. I quickly realized each of the players were mic'd and were saying goofy things to each other (Entertainment value. *shrug*)
About an hour in, I was trying to see if I saw David, since FoolsApril said he would be making an appearance, but obviously can't play because of his broken wrist.
I tweeted, "Is @thedavidcook at @cecharities yet?" Soon after, he responded to me, "En route!" with a picture of the back of a passenger seat of a car. lol
Then, the 2nd match started and continued on.
Then, there was an announcement at about 12:30, "David Cook will be at the Chris Evert booth at 1 p.m." My mom looked at me and just knew I wanted to go get in line.
I got down to where the booths were and found the right one, and then one of the staff members asked if I was getting in line for David Cook. I said yes, and then he asked "Who IS David Cook?" *chirps*
Anyway, the time passed and then my mom frantically tapped me on my shoulder. David walked right past me and I didn't even blink. Full denim, long-sleeved shirt and t-shirt, and the brown hat.
My mouth dropped open, and I said, "Good eye, mom. He just blended right into everyone else here." ;)
He said he felt like he couldn't do anything - play tennis, guitar, or even sing. We assured him that we were grateful and honored he kept his commitment to the cause.
I was third in line and pulled out a memory token card with my friend who passed in 2015 of a drug addiction/overdose/suicide. I put it down on the table, introduced myself and tried to quickly tell David how much his music has helped me deal with this loss, and he said "Thank you for your kind words, and you're welcome" very quietly. And then, we took a selfie. I picked up my card and went to go so the next person could go.
It was such a quick moment (because I was nervous, excited and a bunch of things), but then I realized he was mirroring every body movement and my height level I was at while telling something deeply personal. Even if he didn't have the energy to say much, he still made me feel comfortable and okay to share this with him. <3
I kinda felt shmucky dumping that on him since he's sick, but everyone is reassuring me that he could take it. I hope so.
I hope he gets to feeling better and can take it easy after these next 9 dates to be with his wife and family for the holidays. <3