You either lover her or hate her. Yes, I’ll admit, she can be a bit quirky
so. That weirdness is what makes her
unique and unforgettable. There’s no arguing—hands down she will go down
in history as the greatest artist in the music industry. Celine Dion. A simple
name will draw millions of fans from all over the world to awe in her performance.
And perform she does. She is awe inspiring.
I like to think of myself as someone that frequented a good deal of concerts over my long thirty-eight years of life. I’ve learned something important from this. Nine
times out of ten, if you attend a concert to listen to the artist perform with
a fantastic voice like you hear on your electronic device, you’re sure to be
disappointed. Not only must you struggle to hear over the thousand of crazed
fans (I took my daughter to see One Direction and almost went deaf), the artist
is most likely breathless as they move around the stage. We become somewhat deceived since the recording studio has perfectly controlled the artist voice to insure only the best sound is being recorded. And now-a-days they are auto tuned to perfection. Don’t get me wrong, the music artists we
all love are very talented, but there's a big difference hearing them live
verses recorded. When Carrie Underwood came to Salt Lake City last year we went. I thought she was fantastic. It sounded just like the Carrie I was use to. It seems that country singers have an advantage when it comes to live performances.
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| Heading out for our big day |
Almost exactly nine years ago, my wonderful husband, Fa’a,
took me to Las Vegas for my thirtieth birthday to see Celine Dion perform
live.
If you knew me at all back in
college (and still today) you’d understand what a dream come true this was.
Starting in my late teens, Celine’s songs have been such a big part of my
life.
I have almost all her songs
(English Albums) memorized. I’m a dancer, and something
about her music makes my feet move and the song literally soar through my entire
body. Suddenly I find myself not only singing from the top of my lungs but also
breaking out in some sort of lyrical ballet dance. When my kids were younger they loved this. I would pick them up and dance all around the house.
Seeing Celine Dion in 2005 was a
major life goal now complete. Not only was I speechless and emotional after
the concert, my sweet, loving, Samoan manly man husband enjoyed it so much he
wanted to come back (but don't tell his friends this).
That’s TRUE LOVE (and a guy who knows a good thing when
he see’s and hears it!)
Long story short, Celine eventually left Vegas for a world
tour. After one-hundred-sixty-three concerts in ninety-one countries, she settled home in Florida and gave birth to two adorable twin boys, now three. But Celine couldn’t stay away from the her
fans for long. Caesar Palace was more than happy to bring her home to the custom made
coliseum designed especially for her years ago. The Entire Las Vegas had their hopes resting on Celine to revive the now dwindling tourist industry.
Seventeen years of being married to the man of my dreams has swept past
like lightning. Admittedly, we haven’t been very big on celebrating our
anniversary in any spectacular way. I was more than thrilled when Fa’a
suggested we actually book the tickets and see her again before she becomes a
distant memory in. After many long months with my dad recovering from knee surgery, we were lucky we settled on the trip months before or there would have been no trip.
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| Faa and The Rock |
We left home on Tuesday afternoon. The flight was quick,
renting the car easy, and checking into the condo was a breeze. Fa’a indulged
himself at I
sland Sushi for dinner and we relaxed the rest of the night by the
fire talking with my niece, Brooke, and her cute family.
We stayed at the WorldMark Las Vegas Blvd condo that my brother, David, is an owner in. The place was fantastic--four pools, a lazy river, a fireplace in each unit, full kitchen. It was better than we expected (especially since we booked during the Consumer Electronics Convention--dumb idea!)
After a great breakfast on Wednesday, we hung around the
strip, ate lunch at
Gordon Ramsey Pub and Grill, and spent the afternoon taking
pictures with wax celebrities at
Madame Tussauds Museum. Apparently I posted too many pictures on
Instagram—at least that’s what Aryana thinks--but we had a blast and needed to document our experience!
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| My favorite Wax Men |
Honestly, when will I ever get a chance to hangout with any celebrities again?
Finally the time came for the concert to start, the coliseum
filled to the max. The lights went out and a short film about her life since
leaving Las Vegas played.
My emotions
were already running high. The music began as the curtain slowly moved open and Celine began to sing
“Open Arms” from
Journey. There was nothing I could do to
stop the floodgates from my eyes. Inside I chuckled, not sure why I was
crying (I'm sure Fa'a was wondering the same thing too.
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| Us waiting for the concert to start |
I realized how perfect this trip had been. Seeing
Celine Dion with the love of my life was icing on the cake. Looking around, I knew I wasn't the only person moved by her awesomeness. And I definitely wasn’t the only one in the family enjoying
myself. Fa’a commented the thirty-person orchestra was worth the money.
They were better than fantastic. Celine's dresses were breathtaking. I couldn't pick a favorite. Not only did the song list included many of her hits, but some from
Journey, Michael Jackson, and a french favorite,
Ne Me Quitte Pas, which brought Celine herself to tears as she sung it. Reading about it after, I discovered that was the only song to scare Celine--she's been avoiding it for fifteen years. Celine said it was the most emotional song ever written.
We ended the night watching the exhilarating activity on the Strip. The massive windows from Ruth Chris Steakhouse provided the perfect amount of romance as we savored our amazing steaks.
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| Salt Lake City from the air |
I
awoke the following morning feeling slightly depressed. I didn’t want this trip
to end. With all we had going on back home, forty-eight hours away was pushing it. I longed for more time. Too often busy parents (do you know any that aren't busy?) tend to forget the much needed bonding that takes place on a couples weekend away.
As we boarded the plane, I
snuggled in next to Fa’a. Back to real
life. Kids, parents, school, work, dogs. Life. A vacation, even one as short and sweet as ours, was just enough to keep me pushing through until the next!
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| Back to real life! |
I guess we’ll always have Las Vegas.
Erin Apelu--The Most Happy
