Month: March 2012

The Parade of Boys I Never Asked For

*Insert long gratuitous sigh*

For those unfamiliar (though Violet should have already sorted you out… especially if you’ve ever talked to her for more than 3 seconds or simply stumbled in the the shrine she calls a bedroom), Boy Parade is the newest boy band marketed as though they were the sexiest, most talented beings.

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No one else just gets to be this

The breakdown (much like my mental state at this point):
Danny: The little twerp who sings and plays tambourine. We have no idea how old he is. Violet says 14-16, but really, the kid’s like 8. Oh! And he wears a top hat. Seriously kid, a tambourine and top hat do not Stevie Nicks make. Stevie Nicks is a goddess saint sent to us all from above, and you- well, let’s just say- you are not.

Eric: Lead guitar. Doesn’t seem like the brightest bulb in the chandelier, and yet has somehow asserted himself as sole lyricist (at least he’s credited as such).

Miles: Plays bass. Doesn’t speak, so much. He just kinda glances over a lot at…

Justin P: Rhythm guitar. We also don’t hear much from him, but I am just soooo certain that he and Miles are in a relationship. They totally love each other. You can contest, but I have seen them in person! I’ve seen it. It’s there!

Justin T: The drummer, and easily the most attractive of the bunch. The only one I don’t mind looking at, and he’s shoved to the back. He’s got some great hair, and oh what I wouldn’t give to see it in a man bun!

*Note: They actually use both Justins’ last initial… And they rhyme! Literally, I cannot just say “Justin,” Violet will correct me.
As you may have noticed, my dear little sister is clearly obsessed, whereas my feelings toward the “band” are… less than favorable. But, being the great sister I am, Violet and I spent our Spring Break driving cross country, following the boys as they toured.

They have a couple of popular songs (that Violet will NOT stop singing!!!). She thinks they’re so romantic, but let’s think about them for a second, really. One of them is “Staring Through Your Window.” …Are you kidding me? I shouldn’t even have to point out how creepy that is!! Why is he outside her window? Does she know he’s there? Is she ignoring him, because he’s now creepy and annoying? Should someone maybe call the police (at least the band so we can hear some good music)?
The second song is “The Only One.” This also raises some questions for me. Boys, there are 5 of you. Are you all singing about the same girl? (I mean, I know Miles and Justin P aren’t, but still.) I would imagine there would be a riff between them if they are all pining after some unfortunate, unsuspecting female. But maybe that’s just me.

The trip itself:
The driving wasn’t too bad (even when a certain someone just can’t stay awake while in a moving vehicle for more than 2 minutes!). But, those times of solitude were when I could finally cut out the incessant whining of tiny Danny and listen to something else. And I am a big enough person to admit that when Vi was awake and were listening to Boy Parade’s one full album on repeat, there are times when one must simply accept it, go numb, then warm inside (much like freezing to death), and just sing along. Am I a martyr? Yes.

No Boy Bands Shirt Black Front
Should’ve ordered this before we left

Towards the end of the trip, something happened. It was a defining moment, and perhaps the lowest of my life. During the infamous “The Only One,” they decided to choose an “only one.” They wanted to pluck a young girl from the crowd and make her night. Maybe they wanted a challenge, maybe they are just that stupid, but that night, that “only one” that they chose after scanning the crowd was not my screaming, inconsolable litter sister. It was not some girl who had begged and pleaded and cried to her parents for tickets. No, above all these willing adolescents, they chose me.
I was dragged on stage by Danny’s grimy little baby hands as he tried to sing to me about how I was clearly the love of his life. Danny, please, save yourself some embarrassment for after puberty. I tried my hardest to not show my outright disgust of the tiny gremlin, but according to Violet, I was unsuccessful. Please, Vi, just photoshop your face over mine. We’d both be happier. I even tried to scoot towards the back to get closer to Justin T, but I guess I looked shy, because I was forced further forward and into the gaze of a tambourine boy (definitely not man) as he wailed about his undying love.

Another night, post-concert, when we were just so exhausted and I was a little scared to be behind the wheel, Violet and I stopped at a Denny’s for some food and coffee. It took a couple cups until our eyes were opened wide enough to realize that the restaurant was buzzing quite a bit for being around midnight. That’s when we realized they was there. I couldn’t get away from these guys!
Violet so desperately wanted an interview, and as she usually does, looked to me to utilize my undeniable charm and talk to them. My reaction was to hide behind my menu (whether it was from them or from her, I still don’t know. I’m telling you, I’ve never been this tired!). After averting confrontation (with the band. Vi had some words), the group left the restaurant and simultaneously, Violet without.

All in all, I still only mildly tolerate the band. And I’ll say it was all pretty worth it just to see the look on Violet’s face at every venue when the lights went down as the show started. It was this ridiculous child-like giddiness, but it was pretty adorable. At least, I think it was. It was kinda hard to see clearly through my own grimacing.

Boy Parade: I’ll Follow You to the Ends of the Earth

Oh my goodness. Where do I begin??? Eleanor is the best sister ever! This has probably been the best time of my life so far. I don’t know how it can get any better than this. We spend our spring break following Boy Parade around on the tour. BOY PARADE! Eleanor is AMAZING because, even though she isn’t as crazy about them as I am, she knows how much I love and adore them and took us on this trip anyway. Thank you, Eleanor! This was some of the most fun I’ve ever had. We were initially hoping to get a quick interview with them, but…I’ll get to that.

Now, for those of you who don’t know about Boy Parade (I’ve met quite a few of you recently), I don’t know how you’ve survived until now.

Here’s the run-down:

Danny: He’s the lead singer, he’s still in high school, and he’s either 14 or 16 (Eleanor and I can never agree on this). He plays the tambourine (quite difficult to do while singing), and he is known for wearing a top hat ever since he wore one in one band photo. He has a ridiculously good voice, and anyone who says differently is just jealous; they wish they could sing as great as he does.

Eric: *sigh* He’s the lead guitarist. While I love them all dearly, Eric is by far my favorite. He’s the oldest, he’s in college, and he writes a lot of their lyrics for most of their songs. While they all do back-up vocals at times, Eric sings back-up the most.

Miles: The bassist.

Justin T.: The drummer.

Justin P.: Rhythm guitar.

 

I can never get tired of hearing their songs (which is good because of the number of times that we heard them over break).

There most popular song is “Staring Through Your Window.” It’s the sweetest; you can just tell that the boy in the song loves the girl so much. My personal favorite of theirs is now “The Only One.” When they played this song at the second concert we went to, I kid you not, Eric kept making eye contact with me. We’re destined to be together. I just know it.

Now, for the big moments of the trip:

During one of their last concerts in Indianapolis, guess who got called to come on to the stage?! Eleanor….

I kept my jealousy in check at first, deciding to be happy for my sister. But then…THEN…she had on her what-am-I-doing-here look! Not an I-am-so-happy-my-life-is-fulfilled look. No! She even sneered at one point when Danny got close to her to sing! Sneered! Suffice to say, I didn’t talk to her much the rest of the night. I’m over it now, though. Completely over it.

 

We now come to the reason why we do not actually have an interview with Boy Parade to share with you. It was a dark and stormy night. We were driving to the next stop on the tour, Chicago. The rain was making it difficult for Eleanor to drive, not to mention she was tired (and we were both starving). So, at the first Denny’s we spotted, we stopped.

I was so focused on eating that I almost didn’t notice the group taking up half of the restaurant. That’s right. It was Boy Parade! I looked out the window, and sure enough, there was their tour bus at the other end of the parking lot. I nudged Eleanor with my foot because my face and arms were frozen in place, my hands holding a biscuit in place a few inches from my open mouth. She didn’t like being disturbed from her food, but Eleanor soon followed my line of sight to the booth containing the gorgeous band members.

As my initial shock subsided, I became uncontrollably excited. This was our chance! We could actually get an interview! I looked over to tell Eleanor to go talk to them (we both know she’s the bold one), and I found her hiding behind her menu! Which in reality hides nothing. After a half hour of pleading and bickering back and forth, we ended up with an empty restaurant, no Boy Parade, and no interview.

So, jury. What’s your verdict? Should Eleanor be forever teased for a) sneering at the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of being on-stage with Boy Parade and then b) being too scared to talk to the same people she sneered at?

 

Lack of interview aside, this was an amazing trip. Not only because I got to see the amazing Boy Parade, but because I got to have an unforgettable road trip with my amazing sister.