Fletcher, Fletcher, Fletcher

Fletcher, Fletcher, Fletcher. 99% of the texts I sent my friend last Tuesday just said that. Fletcher. I absolutely adore Fletcher, so when tickets went on sale for her tour, I scooped them up. 

Plans have a funny way of shifting on you. A few of my friends like Fletcher’s music as well, so when tickets first went up, I purchased two with the idea that one of my friends would come with me. As time went on, excuses happened. School, work, not interested. So I sold my second ticket and prepared to fly solo for this concert (as I usually do). While I was prepared to be all by my lonesome amidst the couples, I saw that an old acquaintance of mine had scored a ticket the day before. I messaged her and boom! I had a concert buddy. The universe said one concert buddy is not enough! As luck would have it, we picked up another person in line. By the time I entered the doors of Webster Hall, I was part of a trio. 

I was thankful to have my little crew with me. We were chilling on the side, but pretty close to the front. Second row from the barricade. However, as the show went on, we progressively got shoved more to the right and back. These are the problems with being short. You’re overlooked.

Let me say this. If you’re going to drink at a concert, make sure you can handle yourself. There were two arguments going on behind me at different points because people don’t know how to behave decently. It’s not hard to respect the people around you. You should mind your space and realize that you cannot shove your way to the front and try to weasel in. Basic etiquette, people. 

A Fletcher concert is the place for love. There were so many couples and date nights going on. I was literally surrounded on all sides by couples. I always thought concert proposals were kind of cool, if not a bit cringey in some ways. Never did I think I would actually experience one. Towards the end of the show, a fan got pulled up on stage to pop the question to their girlfriend. Spoiler: she said yes. 

Despite Fletcher having to stop not once, not twice, but three times because people were passing out, she did a great job! We stan a safety queen who looks out for their fans, unlike some other people (cough cough Travis Scott). It’s always better to stop and make sure everyone’s okay than have something bad potentially happen. 

Fletcher’s band was phenomenal as well. Towards the end, the crowd decided to stan Sophie, the bassist and started chanting her name. Quite amusing, but also not exactly the right time considering the show had stopped because somebody was on the verge of passing out at that point. 

Considering how intense touring is, especially with a two year break from Covid, and the craziness of the night, I thought it was understandable that Fletcher sounded a little tired. The crowd more than made up for it. This was one of the loudest crowds I’ve been a part of. Very proud to have been one of the many voices screaming the lyrics.