HELLO, DOES ANYONE REMEMBER
DAVID ARCHULETA?
I NEVER FORGOT!
On a scorching April 12th afternoon, I rubbed shoulders with screaming teeny boppers. It was an unforgettable goosebumps, hair-raising experience. 
With the Sunway Lagoon amphitheatre bursting with "I
love David" fans, I felt like I was in an alternate Universe.
David
Archuleta, the American Idol runner-up for 2008, had arrived in town.
We heard about nothing
else but David A for months from my daughter, Savvy K. If there had
been an examination on "The History of David Archuleta," she would have scored a High Distinction.
DA was Savvy K's
first pop concert. She was only 12, and being the responsible mother, I accompanied her.
DA was then a Mormon teen with a charming personality.
The
concert scheduled to start at 3pm, had DA storming the stage only at 4.30pm. By
then, the crowd was impatient and sweaty. YIKES! Their screams could have caused
another tsunami. They waved their posters, "Janice loves David, Mrs
Archuleta is here, This Girl crushes on David."
These boppers knew every
song. He played the key board, they screamed along. He asked questions, they
screamed again! ALL they did was SCREAM!
But, it was pure magic. An eighteen-year old American from Utah united 6000 Malaysians of different races and religions
including some very harassed perplexed MUMS and DADS. 
The things we do for our children. Yet I find I am still at constant loggerheads with Savvy K over dressing ("Are you going out IN that?"), makeup ("Are you going out LIKE that?") and friends ("Are you going out WITH them?"). Ahh, maybe the above does explain it all.
