My dearest dearest Ellie Goulding,



My name is Sam, Sam Arrants. I’m from a small town in Florida and a pretty humongous fan. We’ve actually made contact of sorts at one point. I wrote “I LOVE ELLIE GOULDING” on a wall and Tweeted it to you, and you not only retweeted it, but also put it on your Instagram and Facebook. Needless to say, this was pretty awesome of you.

Here’s the tweet itself:

Here’s the wall from another angle:

Here’s the wall and me 3 days later (Carl and Justin are real dicks) :

Now I will tell you a very unfortunate story of how I missed an opportunity to meet you because I did not properly check my Twitter.



Okay, just imagine you’ve just gotten front row at a Drake concert. This is your first time ever seeing him in concert, and you waited 6 hours outside in the freezing cold to earn your seat. Two songs into the performance, you realize that Drake’s best friend is standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU TAKING PICTURES OF HIM.



You summon the courage and tap his best friend’s back. You ask her, “Aren’t you Drake’s best friend?” She laughs and says, “well kind of, I’m his assistant.” You get a rush of joy and ask excitedly, “do you think you could help me meet him?” And she gives you a special smile and says she’ll come back to you.



Now snap out of this fantasy. This all happened to me on January 17th, 2013 in Orlando, Florida.





Here was my awesome view:

Back to the story:



Drake sings through his whole concert and it’s an amazing concert, better than you even expected, but is also even better because you have the idea that there is a very good chance you’ll be meeting him afterwards. As everyone is exiting the venue and purchasing merchandise, you’re sort of confused. Where is this assitant that said she’d come back? Weird. Maybe she forgot. You know his assistant/best friend’s Twitter, so you shoot her 3 or 4 tweets saying something along the lines of:



1. “did you forget about me? :(”

2. “I’m not saying I’m begging you, but I’m begging you”

3. “I’m still here if you think it’s too late. You said you’d come back, </3”



You reallllllllllllly want to meet Drake. You spend 20 minutes in the venue with your exhausted friend, violently refreshing the assistant’s Twitter feed to see if she tweeted you back. Nope, nothing. You accept defeat, purchase a T-shirt, then head back to your hotel because you drove 3 hours to see Drake.



Snap back to reality: this all happened to me. Okay, back to your fantasy/nightmare:



You get to the hotel, mixed with emotion. Happy you finally saw your idol, but sad his assistant got your hopes up. You lay on the bed, and refresh the assistant’s Twitterfeed one more time for good times sake. Nothing. You press the “home” button on your Twitter app, and you have a little light next to your inbox icon. You start shaking, and press the icon. And there waiting for you in this inbox is a message. From the assistant. Sent 45 minutes earlier. Asking, “Where are you waiting?”

Are you dead? I was.



I’m not really sure why I’m writing you this. I guess I just really really want to meet you. Maybe next time you’re nearby or something someone could arrange for me to meet you? I’ll be in Atlanta for Party in the Park in May to see you again. I don’t know. I’ll take anything I can get. Or nothing at all. It doesn’t matter either way, I’ll be thrilled even if you only read it. Anything could happen. I LOVE YOU, ELLIE GOULDING.



-Sam



P.S. possible response mechanisms:

by mail- PO BOX 1203 Melrose, FL 32666

by email- arrants8@gmail.com

by Twitter- @samarrantsholla