My name is Jenn Meadows and I’m a Lovatic. Demi Lovato is a badass. Yeah she did punch a backup dancer and had her stint in rehab, but she came out transformed. Instead of allowing the pressure of her Disney stardom and need for perfection to own her, she took her demons by the horns and she didn’t hide her flaws from the public eye. She now stands for self-love and owning who you are. I’m not brave enough for pink hair and shaving the side of my hair off so mad respect Demi. At the age of 21 and already having four albums, she makes me feel kinda inadequate as a 22-year-old…I mean, what have I done? Surely I’m not a badass compared to Lovato standards!
Over the weekend, Kelsey and I attended the Demi Lovato concert in Indy. We realized beforehand that we would be surrounded by tweens, but we had NO IDEA how incredibly old being at the concert would make us feel. In case you were curious on what our experience being surrounded by tweens entailed…
Thanks for hitting on us, small children. As Kelsey and I were walking up to the venue, two boys that looked maybe 13 tried using their “smooth” moves on us— “Hello ladies.” Kelsey’s response, “Hello small children.” Obviously we are really good at making friends. We haven’t even stepped foot into Banker’s Life and I knew this was going to be an interesting night.
Brenda would have KILLED ME if I’d worn that at your age. Once we were seated, our prediction of being one of very few people in attendance of besides being either a tween or not chaperoning a tween was correct. However, I found myself switching into “mom mode.” I was surrounded by a sea of tweens wearing crop tops and short-shorts. I get it, you’re “wearing what you want” but you also need to dress your age. If you are a decade younger than me and doting club wear, I think you need to reconsider what you walk out of your house in. But then again, who am I to judge? I had a bowl cut in middle school.
Ten bucks this is your first concert…no judgment…it’s kinda cute. The girls in front of us started clapping along when the opening act encouraged the crowd to clap along. The girls (in their adorable matching outfits), clapped along the entirety of the song. Their dedication was admirable, but Kelsey was betting this was their first concert experience. Sure enough, it was. However, I felt creepy overhearing their life story commentated by their moms, so I didn’t want to congratulate them for drinking the concert junkie KoolAid. Can you say stranger danger?
Wait…are we the only people in our sections that were alive when “Independent Women” was released? Do you even know who Destiny’s Child is?! This group called 5th Harmony (I had NO idea who they were) started to sing their cover of “Independent Women”. Up to this point, I had awkwardly been sitting around trying to figure out what these girls were even singing. Destiny Child’s lyrics started bumping and I got overly excited. As I started to sing and dance along, I realized that I was the only in my section moving because I was one of the very few individuals sitting there who remembered when the song was originally released. Man did that make me feel old…
Sorry I forgot my Pillow Pet at home. Instead of throwing flowers on stage to show adoration for a musician, the practice amongst tweens is to throw a pillow pet on stage. Specifically, unicorn pillow pets. I’m very disappointed I missed out on the memo. I hope my parents throw a unicorn pillow pet to me when I walk across stage at graduation.
Please stop dancing to “Talk Dirty to Me”…you’re thirteen and you shouldn’t know what this song is about! Seriously. Every. Single. Tween. Twerked. I hate the song in general because I find it degrading and offensive, but that’s a decision I made as an adult. These children are twerking to this song and singing along to it. Whatever happened to the clean fun of the “Macarena” of my generation? Back then, the hip shaking was scandalous, but at least it wasn’t on the scale of Miley Cyrus on Robin Thicke’s VMA performance. Where was the parental consent?!
WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?! I looked behind me and noticed the brunette six-year-old long-lost cousin of the Honey Boo Boo Child. For a split second I thought we had slipped into a time wrap. But then I realized where I was…my twenties. I’m still young, but I’m getting older. I’m no longer part of the hip, young crowd. Besides TTYL and LOL, I have no idea what’s going on with text language. I had to ask what SMH meant because I’m ninety.
Tweens on tweens on tweens. I forgot how tweens and teenage girls forgot how to properly converse like regular humans. Instead, most of their conversing is in high pitches and screams. I also forgot that when any older boy walked by, I was supposed to jump up and down, scream, giggle, gush, and cry all at the same time. Collins Key is 17 and a stud y’all.
No matter how incredibly old I felt…the concert was baller. You rule, Demi Lovato.