Oh my heck. So I'm guessing a lot of you have heard about my bus driver friend by now... or at least one of them. I know a few people who do the truck driving for a few different stars. Anyway, last night was my friend's last night on tour with my favorite artist (next to Sugarland, oh, and Frankie), Justin Moore. He promised he'd concert call me this night. Well. When he called me, it was like 6:30, so I was like, this is way too early for a concert call. So I answered, and I hear this voice on the other end that goes "Hey! This is Justin Moore, is this Erika?"
OH MY FREAK I STOPPED BREATHING.
IT WAS HIM.
Well. The conversation went like this.
"Yeah. That's me."
"Aw well hi baby! I hear your a big fan"
"Are you kidding? I love you so much it's not even funny."
"That's sweet. Where do you live girl?"
"I'm out in Utah. I came to your Salt Lake show last month but I was with my mom so she only let me get lawn tickets instead of the front row I was intending to buy."
"Well, next time I'm out there, we'll make sure we get you some better tickets"
"Aw! You would really do that for me? That'd be so amazing!"
"I'd do anything for my biggest fan. Hey, I hear you do a pretty killer version of Bait a Hook on your guitar. Is that true?"
"Uhm. Well. I can play it. I don't know how killer it is but it's one of my favorite songs to play."
"I want to hear it!"
"I'll play it for you! Do you want me to sing with the guitar as well?"
"Of course!"
"Okay"
So I play my song..
"Girl! You have a beautiful voice!"
"Are you just saying that to make me feel good?"
"No hun! That was fabulous."
"Aw! Thanks!"
No okay. So then. Jason Aldean, who Justin is touring with, walked onto Justin's bus. And Justin was like "Jason. Say hi to Erika!" And Jason's all like "Hi Erika!" And walks off. I'm like
"Was that Jason Aldean"
"Yup. You a pretty big fan of him too?"
"Ain't as big as I am for you"
"That's good. Well sweetie, I've got to get onstage, but I'll make sure Mike (my friend) calls you during the concert and I'll try to call you after to see what you think."
"Okay. Thanks baby! You just made my entire life by calling me"
"Entire life? Wow! You are a big fan. I'm glad I made you smile hun."
"I love you!"
"Love you too. I'll talk to you later"
"Bye!"
OMG. TOTALLY NOT DYING.
I JUST HAD A NORMAL CONVERSATION WITH MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WORLD.
I COULDN'T EVEN BREATHE LAST NIGHT.
When I got my concert call, it was during Bait a Hook. He dedicated it to me in the beginning! He's like "Hey y'all, this is for a very special fan out there named Erika. Love you baby!"
OMG.
Then he SANG TO ME.
OMG.
Okay. So then like.
HE FRIKKIN CALLED ME BACK AFTER THE CONCERT!
He goes
"Hey baby! Did you hear you song"
"Yeah I did! That was sweet that you dedicated it to me. I loved every second of it."
"Good! Did you only get to hear the one song or a few?"
"I only heard Bait a Hook"
"That stinks!"
"Hey, I'll take what I can get."
"Do you want me to do a little acoustic performance for you since you missed out? I've got my guitar."
"Really? You'd do that for me?"
"Why of course I would darlin'!"
SO THEN HE PLAYED ME MY OWN PERSONAL VERSION OF IF HEAVEN WASN'T SO FAR AWAY AND SMALL TOWN USA.
OMG.
PERFECTION.
THAT MAN IS PERFECTION.
Then he's all like
"Did you like it?"
"Of course I did! You sounded amazing, like always"
"Aw thank you child! You know, I'll be sure we make a stop by Salt Lake on next years tour and get around to seeing you"
"I'd be there in a second!"
"I'd get you there in a second little miss"
"It's a plan. You let me know when and I'll be there."
"We'll be sure to get you meet and greet passes and better seats this time. I want a big ol' hug from you. Mike says you give good ones"
"I try. Of course, you'd get an extra special one."
"That makes me feel extra special"
"Just so you know, you're totally making my super bad day so much better."
"Aw child, why'd you have a bad day?"
"Stupid girls. But dang is it better now"
"You know that when I come to Salt Lake I'll have a shovel in the back of my truck if you need me to get anyone. No one treats my girl wrong."
OMG HE FREAKING CALLED ME HIS GIRL.
"I'll keep track of who you need to hit"
"Aww hun, you got it. Well, we're hitting the road late and I need to get some rest before we rise bright and early tomorrow. It was great talking to you though and I hope to see you soon. Sweet dreams baby girl!"
"Thank you so much baby! I can't believe you just called me. This is a dream come true."
"If I'm living my dream, I want to help out my fan's dreams too"
"Well you've got this girl down"
"Good. Love you darling!"
"Love you too! Drive safe!"
"Get some good rest. Good night child."
OH MY ASDFGHJKLZXCVBNMQWERTYUIOPPO9IUYTREWQSDFGHJKMNBVCXZGFHJDKLSTYUREIOWPBVNCMGHFJCDKLRUIDEOSHCFJKB VNCMGHFJDKFUJIDYURYRUE8W9UJDILDFJHGSJVNBXMFNBSDKLFJGHAIWUERYHTAQIUWEYHAUFIHJSDJVNHZKJBNVMZXNVJWAHFRIPwquefidazjdkl;snvjzkxnvxzkcnvkjadshgfaoijwefoianfc.
I still don't believe that happened.
Like.
JUSTIN FREAKING MOORE CALLED ME ON MY FREAKING CELL PHONE
FREAKING TWICE.
FREAK.
OH MY.
I CAN'T.
I JUST.
OH.
I CAN'T EVEN.
HEAVENS.
SOMEONE.
HELP.
ME.
PLEASE.
JUSTIN MOORE I LLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEE YOU.
"Little miss" "Darlin'" "Child" "Hun" "Honey" "Sweetie" "Sweetheart" "Baby" "Baby girl"
Erika
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
What brings you to Pocatello?
I have good news. Well. Good news for me. I don't know how good it is for you. But hey. I like it. So. Deal with it.
After like, a two year break, I'm attempting writing again. Like, short story type of thing. But. I thought you might like to see what I have so far. It doesn't have a title yet. And I'm not sure where I'm taking it. But I like it. Whatever it is.
I was all but five when the first storm blew in. The skies were as dark and as black as midnight, but it was only midday. You could hear the thunder for miles, and the lightning never stopped striking across the open field that stretched endlessly across the horizon. Rain fell like tears from the Gods. We counted every drop that fell, praying with the rhythm of the rain that the skies would lift.
My sister and I sat close to the window, watching the water fall so fast to the ground, we couldn't see the large oak tree that stood tall and majestically in the front of the yard. That same tree Dad had planted when it was just an acorn, fragile and beautiful, like a child it grew. I still remember the day he planted it, and I still think about him. Mama said the tree is what he was like. Meek and lovely, but it grew protecting and defensive, determined to keep that behind it safe. That was us for my father. But Mama told me he can't protect us any more. So he left us the tree. That oak filled the skyline now, the branches reaching out their long fingers to touch the golden sun that burned on the horizon, the same sun that rose every night and every morning. It always came, the sun did, it was as constant as the stars and the moon, it would always rise and fall, day in and day out. That never changed, and we believed it never would.
We sat there for hours when mom called us in for bed. And if we had moved then, and listened to her, I'd say little Holly would be coming home from school right about now, telling stories of the playground, filling the room with her comforting giggle and warm smile. But it's been well on fiver years now, and Holly still hasn't come home. Every day I watch for her. But she never comes. Mama promised she would. She tells me she's just resting, in another home, where she's safe, and that one day she'll walk though that front door and we'll play together again. But I don't know if I should believe her.
It's a rough draft for now, so I don't know what I"m going to do with it. I have a little more but that's about all for now. Let me know what you think. I'll be changing it over the next few days and let you know what I've got in a little bit. Thank yah!
Love you.
Little Miss Erika
After like, a two year break, I'm attempting writing again. Like, short story type of thing. But. I thought you might like to see what I have so far. It doesn't have a title yet. And I'm not sure where I'm taking it. But I like it. Whatever it is.
I was all but five when the first storm blew in. The skies were as dark and as black as midnight, but it was only midday. You could hear the thunder for miles, and the lightning never stopped striking across the open field that stretched endlessly across the horizon. Rain fell like tears from the Gods. We counted every drop that fell, praying with the rhythm of the rain that the skies would lift.
My sister and I sat close to the window, watching the water fall so fast to the ground, we couldn't see the large oak tree that stood tall and majestically in the front of the yard. That same tree Dad had planted when it was just an acorn, fragile and beautiful, like a child it grew. I still remember the day he planted it, and I still think about him. Mama said the tree is what he was like. Meek and lovely, but it grew protecting and defensive, determined to keep that behind it safe. That was us for my father. But Mama told me he can't protect us any more. So he left us the tree. That oak filled the skyline now, the branches reaching out their long fingers to touch the golden sun that burned on the horizon, the same sun that rose every night and every morning. It always came, the sun did, it was as constant as the stars and the moon, it would always rise and fall, day in and day out. That never changed, and we believed it never would.
We sat there for hours when mom called us in for bed. And if we had moved then, and listened to her, I'd say little Holly would be coming home from school right about now, telling stories of the playground, filling the room with her comforting giggle and warm smile. But it's been well on fiver years now, and Holly still hasn't come home. Every day I watch for her. But she never comes. Mama promised she would. She tells me she's just resting, in another home, where she's safe, and that one day she'll walk though that front door and we'll play together again. But I don't know if I should believe her.
It's a rough draft for now, so I don't know what I"m going to do with it. I have a little more but that's about all for now. Let me know what you think. I'll be changing it over the next few days and let you know what I've got in a little bit. Thank yah!
Love you.
Little Miss Erika
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Have you missed me?
I feel like I haven't done a full on update in a while, and I know you've missed it. There's a lot you've missed out on. Gosh it's been a crazy few weeks here.
School started. Though I'm pretty sure you've figured that one out by now. I love my schedule this year. I TA two periods, Thornock and Library. I have multimedia and foods as my other two electives. I got into American Studies, the 2 period combined English and History class for enriched students, and I am absolutely loving every second of it. My only rough class is foods. I don't know. I just don't like it. I don't feel natural in there.
It took some getting used to the first couple weeks but I really like school now. Yeah, I'm still getting bullied and such, but you learn to ignore the haters and focus on the ones who really love you. Once in a while I still cry. I still get discouraged. And I still feel like I'm not enough sometimes. You gotta do what you gotta do. But then you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and tell yourself you are beautiful because I know inside that I am. And I know there are people out there that think I am too. That's what keeps me going.
I'm doing math online this year. It's easier and fits with my schedule better. I love not having math at Centennial. I hope it stays this perfect.
Over Memorial Day weekend my dad and I took a trip to Denver. It was really fun. We stayed right in downtown, spent a day in Colorado Springs, and had a great time together. I'm really glad we decided to go there over the break. It was a crazy awesome trip.
I went to the Rascal Flatts concert last Friday. Amazing! Justin Moore opened. Oh heavens. My love. Dang. He's. Whoooooooo. Sara. He's whoooooo. I love that man. Sara Evans came after, who absolutely put on the best show of the night. She is an amazing performer. She treats the audience like a big group of friends. I love it. Rascal Flatts followed. Sara Jean got like, 6? I think? concert calls from me. Dang those men know how to write songs for that girl. It was fabulous. The concert was amazing.
I finally found photos of the Little Miss Project here in Salt Lake City. Take a look <3
My word do those photos bring tears to my eyes. Wow. And these aren't even half the signs. There were signs all the way up to the lawn. It was amazing. Signs crowding the lawn. Wow. Wow. Wow. I wish I had pictures of it, video of it, but I was crying too hard to care. <3 YOU ARE LOVED
I passed out again today. In foods. I was sitting in my chair one minute and the next I was on the floor. I still feel super sick but I'm doing a tad better. I hope I don't feel this horrible tomorrow.
Tuesday marked the day one month since the stage fell in Indy. My word. Scary day. Scary, terrifying, and most definitely the hardest day of my life. I miss my baby girl so much that died that night <3 I don't know how I'm going on without her, but you live and you learn, and you find one way or another to move on. Though I know I wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for the Sugarfamily. <3
Holly got her necklace yesterday <3 many of you have seen my gold heart with wings necklace. Well, I sent Holly one like it with a real long letter and she finally got it. I was so happy. I'm so glad she loves it.
Sara's birthday is tomorrow and her package is still sitting on my bed. Oh heavens. I was going to mail it today but I got so sick I couldn't even sit upright until a few minutes ago. Hopefully I'll get it off tomorrow. I hope she doesn't hate me for this.
Sara. Heidy. (:
Caroline's birthday was on Tuesday. Happy birthday girl! She is the best friend in the world. The funniest person. The one that I have too many memories with to name. I love her. I can't believe she's 14. Scary!
(:
Thanks for the love to you all. I've gotten a lot of support since losing my girl last month. And I don't think people get enough credit just for simply being the sweetest people ever. You know who you are. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. <3 <3 <3
Little Miss Erika
School started. Though I'm pretty sure you've figured that one out by now. I love my schedule this year. I TA two periods, Thornock and Library. I have multimedia and foods as my other two electives. I got into American Studies, the 2 period combined English and History class for enriched students, and I am absolutely loving every second of it. My only rough class is foods. I don't know. I just don't like it. I don't feel natural in there.
It took some getting used to the first couple weeks but I really like school now. Yeah, I'm still getting bullied and such, but you learn to ignore the haters and focus on the ones who really love you. Once in a while I still cry. I still get discouraged. And I still feel like I'm not enough sometimes. You gotta do what you gotta do. But then you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and tell yourself you are beautiful because I know inside that I am. And I know there are people out there that think I am too. That's what keeps me going.
I'm doing math online this year. It's easier and fits with my schedule better. I love not having math at Centennial. I hope it stays this perfect.
Over Memorial Day weekend my dad and I took a trip to Denver. It was really fun. We stayed right in downtown, spent a day in Colorado Springs, and had a great time together. I'm really glad we decided to go there over the break. It was a crazy awesome trip.
I went to the Rascal Flatts concert last Friday. Amazing! Justin Moore opened. Oh heavens. My love. Dang. He's. Whoooooooo. Sara. He's whoooooo. I love that man. Sara Evans came after, who absolutely put on the best show of the night. She is an amazing performer. She treats the audience like a big group of friends. I love it. Rascal Flatts followed. Sara Jean got like, 6? I think? concert calls from me. Dang those men know how to write songs for that girl. It was fabulous. The concert was amazing.
I finally found photos of the Little Miss Project here in Salt Lake City. Take a look <3
I passed out again today. In foods. I was sitting in my chair one minute and the next I was on the floor. I still feel super sick but I'm doing a tad better. I hope I don't feel this horrible tomorrow.
Tuesday marked the day one month since the stage fell in Indy. My word. Scary day. Scary, terrifying, and most definitely the hardest day of my life. I miss my baby girl so much that died that night <3 I don't know how I'm going on without her, but you live and you learn, and you find one way or another to move on. Though I know I wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for the Sugarfamily. <3
Holly got her necklace yesterday <3 many of you have seen my gold heart with wings necklace. Well, I sent Holly one like it with a real long letter and she finally got it. I was so happy. I'm so glad she loves it.
Sara's birthday is tomorrow and her package is still sitting on my bed. Oh heavens. I was going to mail it today but I got so sick I couldn't even sit upright until a few minutes ago. Hopefully I'll get it off tomorrow. I hope she doesn't hate me for this.
Sara. Heidy. (:
Caroline's birthday was on Tuesday. Happy birthday girl! She is the best friend in the world. The funniest person. The one that I have too many memories with to name. I love her. I can't believe she's 14. Scary!
(:
Thanks for the love to you all. I've gotten a lot of support since losing my girl last month. And I don't think people get enough credit just for simply being the sweetest people ever. You know who you are. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. <3 <3 <3
Little Miss Erika
Monday, September 12, 2011
Happy Birthday Jennifer Nettles
I love her.
She's the only person in the world that can actually convince me that it's okay to be myself and that being me is perfect.
I love her.
Little Miss Erika
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Not geeking out.
Maybe this like isn't even a big thing. Like, it's nothing and I'm freaaaaaking out for pointless reasons. That's okay with me. Either way it's happening. So, I wrote this song with my friend. Well. My two friends. Devin & Holly. Well Devin is going to have her uncle RECORD the song we wrote an then put it on ITUNES. With MY name as a CO-WRITER. Me. Erika Hultetstrom me. Like. This girl. Ohhhhhh my heavens.
The song that we wrote is about the Indy tragedy. Which makes this mean that much more to me because I lost my best friend that night. I am so honored to have even worked on this song with these two amazing girls and now it's being put on iTunes?! My heavens. Too much to take in.
I'll let you know when the song comes out. It's going to be amazing. I can't wait to hear it. Hope that you enjoy it too, if you love me and want to go buy it (:
Love yah!
Little Miss Erika
The song that we wrote is about the Indy tragedy. Which makes this mean that much more to me because I lost my best friend that night. I am so honored to have even worked on this song with these two amazing girls and now it's being put on iTunes?! My heavens. Too much to take in.
I'll let you know when the song comes out. It's going to be amazing. I can't wait to hear it. Hope that you enjoy it too, if you love me and want to go buy it (:
Love yah!
Little Miss Erika
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