What Happens in Glastonbury

Crazy was an Understatement

"Do you want to come with me?" Asked Jesse as I laid in bed watching him get dressed in my bedroom.

"Uh, I don't know? Should I? Can I?" I asked, I'd never been to a tv studio before, it was a little bit daunting. Where would I stand whist he was doing his thing? Who would be there? Would I get lost? Would I break something?, Would I trip over a wire, smash my head on a camera, break the camera, ruin the tv show and get sued by the BBC?! Seems dramatic, I know, but these were literally the kind of things that happened to me, often. It was a genuine possibility! I had to consider everything I could potentially ruin! Including his career!

"Of course you can! But it'll be boring, you'll just be watching me all day" he said

"You call that boring?" I teased

"Haha" he said sarcastically.

"You'd have to be prepared though, there will be hundreds of fans there, they might not leave you alone if they know you're there with me" he said

"Hundreds?! How popular do you think you are!?" I joked. He just raised his eyebrows at me and carried on getting dressed.

Turns out VERY!

We arrived outside the BBC television studio mid-morning to a crowd of what must have been about 800 teenagers! I had some questions!

1. Why were these teenagers up this early?!

2. Why were they all here on Boxing Day?!

And 3. Just why?

Some were holding signs with messages on, some shouting for Jesse, well they were shouting 'Jay' as they knew him, which was weird. Some were even crying! It was utter chaos! I'd never seen anything like it. How was he this popular? How did I not know he was this popular! I'd barely heard of him before, I'd never seen him on tv, I'd never seen a music video, I might have heard a song on the radio but never thought much of it. I couldn't believe how famous he actually was and how badly I had misjudged the situation. Everything he had said seemed less over dramatic now and made far more sense, his life really was nuts!

"Mike, get as close as you can please" asked Jesse as he attempted to drive through the crowd of girls, there were some BBC security guards but they were useless against the sheer number of fans they were attempting to hold back.

"Shall I try the side entrance? There's bound to be crowds, but I can probably park right up against the side door" said Mike.

"Yeah please" said Jesse, I looked over at him next to me, he looked so anxious, he was fidgety and constantly looking over Mike's shoulder as if he was trying to prepare himself for anything ahead. Without even thinking I reached over and took his hand, I think I startled him in the heightened state he was in, he jumped, turning to me, he smiled, his body noticeably relaxed a little and he squeezed my hand, I smiled back at him, attempting to reassure him that I was there, I had his back, I mean not really because I'd be utterly useless against all these girls but metaphorically? Or something?

Mike drove around to a side door, he was right, the fans had every entrance covered, in their hundreds! But with the help of security, he managed to pull the car up right against the door so Jesse could step inside avoiding the fans. I felt bad though, some of these girls must have wanted to see him and talk to him but all they got was a 3 second glimpse of the back of his head. And me.

"Woah, you weren't kidding about the crazy, huh!" I said as we made our way through a corridor followed by several security men.

I could still hear the ridiculously loud screaming outside, I almost had a headache already!