I walked towards a boy with what seemed to be the boy’s father. “Excuse me.” I said to the boy. “Can you take a picture of me in front of this wall right here?”
“Do you want me to take the picture instead?” The man asked me, reaching for my phone.
“No, thank you.” I told him. “I asked for him to take the picture.” I sighed and walked towards my mom. Little did I know that they were following right behind me. “Ma, there’s a lot of people here.”
“Hey, I’m Shawn Mendes.”
I huffed and rolled my eyes. I hated that about famous people. Famous people think that they could rule the world when they’re all the same. Shawn Mendes is that one celebrity interaction that I’d rather forget. He was running on his status as a celebrity and I didn’t care about that.
“Oh, are you Lindsay Mendez’s brother? She’s a Broadway star. I have a bootleg of her in Wicked. She’s so good.”
“Oh no. Do you know vine?” He asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know vine.” I couldn’t tell if he was offended because of me not recognizing him. I just wanted someone to take my picture for my blog.
“Of course, you know YouTube.”
I nodded my head. “I use it to watch Broadway clips. I don’t listen to the radio much.”
“Oh?!” He said as he backed slightly away.
I began to wonder why he backed away. I stood up and followed him as a group of girls crowded around him. I was curious as of why he backed away so I slowly processed what was going on. And no, I didn’t know that he was famous. I treated him like a normal person who I met in the street or in school.
“I’m not going to stand around and get offended by you.” He snapped.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. I wanted so much to tell him that I didn’t care that he was famous because I treat everyone the same. I don’t hold anyone on a pedestal or care about what they do. I just want to talk to people and tell some dirty jokes or two.
“You can’t say that to people.” A girl said.
“So! He knows that I have dick jokes up my sleeves.” I exclaimed.
“But still…” Another girl said.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” I responded, placing a hand on my belly and running towards the girls’ restroom. Little did I know that I was being followed by security into the girls’ restroom.
It was a beautiful sunny day.
My family and I were walking towards the food area but I got lost and felt someone’s hand. “I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else. I like your hair by the way.”
“Oh, thank you.” She said. The girl was tall.
I curled my lips into a smile. “Have fun with your boyfriend.” I told her before I turned around and walked.
“Oh my god!” I heard someone say. “I’ve had it with people making things up about me.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and the tall girl from earlier.
“Excuse me. Why do you think that we were dating?” She asked me. “You don’t even know me. You don’t know how it feels for people to make shit about me.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Oh, I didn’t mean it that way and yeah, I actually do.”
“How about if I told you that I’m the girl you were listening to?” She argued.
“Oh, yeah… I don’t care.” I said. I didn’t care because I knew exactly what she was talking about. Having people make things up about you is stupid. “You see, I was at an airport a while ago and some dude just assumed that I was pregnant when I wasn’t. I had an eating disorder and my mom wouldn’t believe me so I cried myself to sleep.”
Taylor sighed. “Oh? No one should be crying themselves to sleep.”
I went on to tell her that if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t treat people as if they were fans right away like Shawn Mendes did to me. I would use my celebrity status for something bigger than me. I would use it to be on the right side of history. I wouldn’t use my celebrity status to get my way all the time. It’s wrong!
I then told her that regular people often gets the short end of the stick when it comes to famous people getting their way and that’s so stupid. It’s stupid because no one should be alllowed to do that to regular people like me and you.
People wouldn’t believe you because you don’t have thirty-six million followers on instagram. Even though you are speaking the truth about something that has happened to you. People would think of it as a lie.
That’s what has happened to me with Shawn Mendes. I was dealt the short end of the stick.