Blogs by Ella Fisher

My youngest daughter had a friend over to play during the weekend. This is pretty unusual, because weekends are absolutely sacred to me. Of course, once your kids get older, you can't really 'stop' that anymore, but maybe those of you who have children understand what I mean.

I was hanging up some clothes in my walk in closet. And because everything hangs pretty high and I'm 'only' 1.74 meters tall, I couldn't quite reach, so I had to stand on a little stool.

I seriously wasn't doing anything crazy. I simply stepped off the stool.

Alarm. Big mistake.

I definitely shouldn't have done that. Looking back, maybe I should have jumped off the stool in some ridiculous way instead. Would it have made a difference? Probably not.

My leg suddenly gave out. It felt like a rubber band had snapped inside my calf. I'm not a crybaby, but I seriously needed a moment to process that pain.

Inside my head: 'This is definitely not good. I can't walk anymore! Jay Park is performing in a week, shit!!!'

I was in complete panic mode. And what do you do in a situation like that? You call your bestie like a complete hysterical idiot.

Of course, she managed to calm me down, just like she always does. That same evening, she let me borrow her crutches and compression socks. What a hero!

I'd never experienced anything like this before, and if it were up to me, I had absolutely no ambition to ever experience it again.

I could think of much more enjoyable things to do. Like spending an entire evening watching a Korean guy named Jay Park and, if I got lucky, admiring his shirtless upper body.

For over six months (if not longer), I'd been looking forward to Mr. Park's concert. He hardly ever comes to the Netherlands, so it felt like I was about to miss my one and only chance to see him perform live.

And that's exactly when you need a bestie like mine: 'Girl, you'll be walking just fine again in a week.' Or something along those lines.

Not once did I consider selling my ticket.

Looking back, I honestly think I would have gone to his concert even with a broken leg. (And who knows, maybe I could have scored even better seats, haha. You never know.)

Nothing and nobody was going to stop me. Not even this calf injury.

The timing was absolutely terrible, but maybe it was a little message from the Universe: 'Ella, take it slow.'

Maybe it was exactly what I needed to prepare myself for the concert.

Nothing happens by coincidence. That's what I always say.

For the first few days, I walked around on crutches while wearing one compression sock, but pretty soon I noticed that I didn't need either of them anymore.

I even called my doctor, just for the sake of it, although I already knew exactly what he was going to say: 'It'll heal on its own, and yes, it's a torn calf muscle.'

To recover as quickly as possible, I mostly rested (as much as possible, anyway) and made absolutely sure not to put too much strain on my calf.

I love incline walking on the treadmill and doing leg presses at Basic Fit, but that wasn't going to happen for a while, and I accepted that.

I think that's why I was able to get back on my feet fairly quickly.

Everyday activities, like walking up and down the stairs, suddenly became a challenge. You really start feeling incredibly old all of a sudden, even though I'm obviously nowhere near that stage of life yet.

I also noticed how carefully I was walking. And whenever I made a sudden movement, the pain would practically bring me to my knees again.

But all things come to an end, and thankfully, so did my pain.

Two days before the concert, I thought: 'Yes! My dream is actually coming true. I'm going to see Jay Park!'

My Night with Jay Park and Lngshot

The moment had finally arrived. The night of Jay Park and Lngshot's performance!

Yes, yes, yes.

There really was no other way to describe it.

I drove to the Park and Ride and took the bus from there to Amsterdam.

And OMG, the line outside was enormous.

For a moment I thought: 'I really hope I make it inside on time.'

Luckily, I did, and I even got to enjoy the DJ Jay had brought along with him.

AFAS in Amsterdam was absolutely packed. It was such a beautiful sight.

Even though I was sitting in the second row of the seated section, I still had an incredibly good view.

Later during the concert, Jay even took a moment to acknowledge those of us sitting in that second row.

Such a thoughtful man, isn't he?

Lngshot came on first, and I'm going to be completely honest here. They weren't, and I really mean weren't, my thing.

I immediately thought of my daughters and said to myself: 'This would have been absolutely perfect for them. Major Kpop vibes, in the form of a young boy band.'

But now I'm going to confess my guilty pleasure.

I've been playing their song Saucin almost every single day.

What an incredibly catchy song! And Moonwalkin and Iffy are doing pretty well on my playlist too.

What exactly are they singing about?

Terrible, I know, but I honestly have no idea.

But that sound? Oh yes, that sound gets to me.

Those little guys, as I like to call them, really did a great job.

But the man I actually came for, Jay, was still keeping us waiting.

When Jay finally appeared onstage, I completely lost it, obviously. You understand.

Well, I lost it while sitting down. Just a little detail worth mentioning.

But hey, he couldn't see me anyway, so I didn't really mind.

The moment I saw him in real life, I thought: 'Yes! He's even more attractive than in those videos and pictures. And that voice! He sounds so good! And he's funny too. What a man!'

I didn't notice my calf hurting at all anymore.

Seriously, is there anything Jay Park can't fix?

The concert was absolutely delicious to watch.

I mean, beautiful.

Did I just say that out loud?

Sorry, but sometimes your eyes deserve a little entertainment too when you go to a concert.

I loved that Jay also performed a song by Michael Jackson and one by the Backstreet Boys.

Apparently, this man really can do it all.

He also did a little advertising for his own soju, and congratulations, Jay, you've just gained yourself another customer, because I'm obviously going to find out where I can buy it.

He even drank soju onstage, which absolutely cracked me up.

Apparently, he thought the soju was way too sweet.

I also loved watching the chemistry between him and Lngshot onstage, and how he occasionally threw a few Dutch words into his songs.

Going to his show was more than worth it.

I don't regret a single second of it, and if he ever comes back, I might just be lying right there in the front row.

I mean, standing.

Obviously, I'm not going to lie down on the stage.

Although, in my imagination, I might actually want to.

Hey, you're either a writer with a wild imagination or you're not.

And seriously, it's all the fault of Crash Landing On You.

I should never have watched that series.

Because now I'm completely into the Korean rap scene.

And if any Korean person happens to read this and can't believe that a white, blonde woman is into this kind of music?

Trust me, I never imagined it either.

But here we are. It's a fact.

I'm living proof that music doesn't care about race, age, or anything else.

Music is for everyone.

And finally, I'll let you be the judge.

Don't forget to turn up the sound when you watch the video.

Because then you'll hear:

ME.