i don't know if you're a huge worship music fan or not (i'm actually not so much so if you aren't either, no judgment) but the tour i was a line up of worship artists. probably a really great tour for me to be on because i didn't fangirl at all. i had heard of all of the artists before the tour but, unless i had sung their songs in church, didn't know any of their bodies of work. however, just because i wasn't madly in love with these artists before hitting the road doesn't mean i didn't care at all about the impression that i made.
turns out, i make terrible first impressions.
joel houston: my first night on the tour. after the show i went to the venue bathroom to get ready for bed. as i was walking out of the bathroom in my pj's, face scrubbed free of make-up, hair in a top knot, i ran directly into joel houston of hillsong. and instead of apologizing like a normal human i said something like, "hhhrrrfgfffgh." i didn't talk to him at all the rest of tour. i'm sure he was crushed.
kari jobe: i had just gotten off the bus in the morning and was trying to make my way to the restroom. the green room/dressing rooms were on the opposite side of the venue and you had to walk behind the stage to get to them. normally not a problem but they were just getting the stage set up and there was rigging everywhere. somehow both kari and i ended up in some weird back hallway just trying to get to the other side. again, in my pj's, morning breath, bleary eyed, and lost. talked to her later again on the tour and she didn't remember meeting me so i'm hoping that means i clean up okay. also, she's pregnant and i'm told pregnancy brain is a thing. or she just didn't care about me. whatever.
photographer joe: it was an afternoon and i ran back to the bus to grab something from my suitcase. all luggage is stored in the bay of the bus so i opened the bay and pulled my bag to the ground. as i am bent over, zipping it open a shadow falls across my giant box of tampons that are lying on the top. joe, hillsong's photographer, is looking down at me. he kindly tells me (in a beautiful australian accent to boot) to be careful not to hit my head on the door of the bay because it really hurts when you do that. thanks for the advice pal, can you maybe tell me that next time when i'm wearing a cute outfit, am not drenched in sweat, and don't have my feminine products in sight?
todd: it was during one of the shows and i was up in the concourse. i had just left the restroom (i really have no idea why so many of these stories seem to revolve around the bathroom, i swear i don't go more than the average person) and was passing by an entrance to the arena. all of a sudden he just appeared and said, "i haven't met you yet, i'm todd." i said, "hi, i'm sara. so what are you doing on the tour?" he replied, "i play keys in passion." and that's when i wanted to die. i mumbled something about not having seen any of the show and then made strained conversation the entire length of the concourse. added bonus to this story: i had made awkward eye contact with him the day prior while he was lifting weights. like the kind where you make eye contact and you both look away and then you both look back at the same moment awkward.
i swear, you'd think i'd grown up having never interacted with anyone.
xo
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