(Thoughts on last evening's festivities)
A girl, maybe aged 13, was sobbing at the sight of her favorite O-Town bandmember. Her two friends, one on either side, were hugging and consoling her. Backstage were more teens in packs holding homemade signs and being shuffled about by teen handlers so they could participate in meet & greet and be moved along, tearfully.
Photographers were penned in to the security area between photo ops and after about 2 hours of that crap I left. Three "acts," two people pictures and I had enough. Had enough of the non-hospitality, not the documentation. It was half an hour of sitting in security area entrance, a guy with a headset shouting the act name, trotting backstage and into the pit, shooting one or two songs depending on what the artist requested and then returning to security area. That makes for one drab evening.