So today didn’t start off particularly well. I still felt ill and about halfway through the day I suddenly realised that Ramin doesn’t do Thursdays. How on earth I managed to miss that when I booked, I don’t know, but needless to say I was a tad disappointed. Still, I managed to rally reasonably well, at least until I found out soon afterwards that Liam was off sick… Gutted doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’d been dragging myself through the day, pushing myself on with the promise of Mr. Tamne at the end of it and I was totally devastated that he wasn’t going to be on. I love Scott Garnham too, but he’s not Liam. I was nearly in tears by the end of the day, watching Adam Lambert’s Heat twitter takeover, convinced I was going to miss him as well as everyone else…
Except then the unthinkable happened. I was walking down to the theatre from Holborn praying desperately that Adam hadn’t left Heat yet while simultaneously trying to convince myself I wouldn’t be horribly disappointed if he had. Then, to my complete surprise and elation, when we turned the corner, I immediately caught sight of the reasonably sized crowd by the main doors, which I promptly joined. I only had to wait a few minutes before he appeared and he was so damn CLOSE! I started snapping pictures immediately, being towards the back of the crowd and not expecting to get much more of a chance, except everyone was taking pictures and no one seemed to be getting stuff signed. He looked up, asking if anyone wanted anything signed, so I shoved my CD forward and he took it from me straight away, signed it and passed it back! I got a few more awesome pictures (and dear MERLIN he’s looking’ hot right now) but wasn’t pushy enough to get a photo with him. I did however touch his leather-jacket clad back in a rather tentative attempt to get his attention. Didn’t work, but point is I TOUCHED HIM!!! So, it’s a shame about the photo because, really what’s the likelihood of me ever getting a chance like that again, but still, it was an absolutely incredible experience and I can’t believe how lucky I was. I’ll definitely have to try that again (if I hadn’t been at work I’d have been there much earlier, despite the freezing temperatures)! I mean, just look at him…!
Anyhoo, Les Mis was still fabulous even without Liam (*sob*), though I think it helped that I really do have a fondness for Scott Garnham and I was pleased to see Fra Fee as Marius (though he didn’t seem to be quite on top form). Hadley Fraser was spellbinding as always and I might just end up giving in and coming back one more time, though only if I buy tickets on the day knowing Liam will definitely be on. On a slightly different note, I did at least get the chance to buy one of the new Ramin-ified glossy brochures and they’re very lovely indeed . I’m still not sure Valjean and Javert are supposed to be that attractive, especially when they’re in their old man make up, but they’re both rather delicious specimens of manhood no matter how their faces are painted. Liam was also looking as gorgeous as always and there were a handful of new pictures of him thanks to the group scenes with Ramin. Anyhoo, in the end I enjoyed the performance far more than I expected to given my mood for most of the day and my extreme disappointment, though I think it’s also partly because I knew so many of the cast. It’s almost like going to see an, admittedly rather miserable, version of Hair and I behaved as such at the stage door, perhaps mistakenly, given how ridiculous I felt doing it! I didn’t bother with autographs, but I did get pictures with nearly the entire male cast and all the leading women. I missed Christopher Jacobsen who was on for Valjean (and killed it during Bring Him Home, the ultimate test of a good Valjean), but that was mostly because I wasn’t sure if I’d recognise him so once I’d got everyone I knew, I decided not to bother hanging around. Could have been a mistake, but meh, I met Adam Lambert, so who cares?!
I still can’t really believe it happened and it was all so fast it feels like a fleeting dream I can barely remember now. I didn’t get trembly the way I do when I get within ten feet of Liam, but he certainly seemed larger than life… Though not quite to the extent Gary Barlow did when I met him that day before the first air-play of Patience (I won a competition, the entire thing was a blur except for the way it felt when he squeezed me while posing for photos. And I mean really squeezed, pressed his cheek right up against mine and wrapped his gorgeous fingers around my upper arm… *sigh*, but anyhoo, that was many years ago and I’m not talking about the Captain right now!). So, Adam… I may have trouble believing it happened, but I’ve got some gorgeous photos and an autograph to prove it did and given the massive smile I haven’t quite managed to wipe off my face, there’s clearly some part of me that knows it really happened. Adam frickin’ Lambert! I’ll take a hundred days as crummy as this one was if they all end like that!
Peace, loVe loVe, happiness and glitter, baby!
PS. And for my next mission, should I ever have anything like the opportunity… Tommy Joe Ratliff
PPS. Don’t think I’ve actually mentioned Adam’s new single yet, but just in case I don’t get around to giving it the full post it deserves, may it just be recorded here that I frickin’ love Better Than I Know Myself. Cannot stop listening to it and I’m even more desperate to hear the rest of the album now!