I love music; it is the only thing that can really make me feel sane and like I actually mean something. Your songs have been so important and meaningful to me. You make me smile for so many reasons: cute pictures you put on Snapchat, videos on Periscope, tweeting me back, and most of all just the amazing songs you create that feel like you wrote them just for me. The Griswolds have become a huge part of my life; that may sound kind of odd or even sad, but I have come to the point where I listen to you guys everyday, I stop whatever I'm doing to look at whatever you're doing online, and- most of all- meeting you guys has become my dream.
You cannot understand how much it hurt me when I saw that Walk the Moon wasn't coming to Salt Lake City; I was distraught. I was hoping, praying (I am atheist), and tweeting WTM annoyingly often to tell them they needed to come to Utah. That went on for a few weeks, and then it seemed like my dreams were about to come true: Walk the Moon was adding more tour dates onto the end of their tour. I was freaking out. When the announcement came and I saw that they were going to come to SLC, I was overjoyed. That lasted for about five minutes; you weren't listed to open for them. I cried when I saw that; I hadn't shed a single tear about the fact that they weren't coming here, because I made sure not to get my hopes up, not to get excited. I let myself get excited about the fact that I thought I might actually get to see The Griswolds, get to meet them, and- if I could be so lucky- get to touch their butts; I crushed my own dreams in a sense. I had gotten into Walk the Moon because I loved The Griswolds.
Once you guys announced that you would be doing your own headlining tour, I let myself get slightly hopeful. All I wanted was for you to come to Utah. I once again started to pray to someone I didn't believe existed that you would come to Salt Lake; I rationalized it by telling myself that I was just speaking my hopes out loud, but I knew that I hoped somehow it would get to you- like Chris would just wake up one morning and feel the need to come to Utah on tour. Alas, my prayers were once again left unanswered.
I now am holding onto the hope that you will join Walk the Moon for their fall leg of the tour, but I'm not going to get my hopes to high- no offense to you, but I can't take another heartbreak. This letter has really become just a pitty party for me, and that is not why I wanted to write it. The real purpose of this is more just to tell you that while you have met so many wonderful people who adore you and your music, there are still many more out there. You are gaining more and more fans everyday; I'm so happy that you guys are getting all of the recognition that you deserve, but I also am a bit upset because pretty soon everyone will know who you are and it'll be harder to just have a conversation with you. Someday you'll be headlining at stadiums all across America (hopefully you'll play a show in Utah) and at that point I'm just going to be another screaming girl in the crowd.
Right now you have a group of very tight-knit fans and it's a beautiful thing that I love so much, but I'm kind of on the outskirts of that and I only really talk to like three people who you know by name. I also have a very probable feeling that you guys (mostly Chris, I think) have confused me with the other Autumn that is a Slagathor and is very good friend with all the other peeps you talk to (which are mostly Slags, anyway). I just know that you hardly know who I am, but I know so much about you and it makes me feel so creepy and awkward. I don't expect you to know who I am; I didn't get you awesome presents like Nat, I don't have sass battles with Chris like Jiselle, and I most certainly didn't get a kiss on the cheek from Lachlan like Amberlyn. What my point here is that no matter how famous you get (and trust me, you deserve to be so fucking famous) please don't forget the people that have been there for you. The Slags are the best, honestly, they have done so much for you and they have really made you fandom into a family. Please remembers the Slagathor Squad.
I'm sorry if I have annoyed you in the past on Twitter, it just happens. I just become sort of rambley and feel like I need to demand your attention. The only reason I tweet at you so often is because I absolutely adore all of you and your music (though if Stoopid Danny reads this, I'm not sure how I feel about him). The promise I will make you is that no matter what happens I will always be Griswolds as fuck; even if Tim turns out to be a serial killer and murders my whole family, I'm sort of ashamed to say I'd probably still buy tickets to see you guys (though if that does end up happening I feel like I shouldn't have to pay for tickets, but we'll cross that bridge if we come to it). I've got your backs, and I'm sure most of your other fans do, too.
Well, I don't really know why I felt the need to write this, but I did. The one thing I hope you gather from this is that you need to come to Salt Lake City immediately or I may have a complete mental breakdown. On a more serious note, I love all of you and I hope you keep making music forever and that your second album comes out very, very soon. Thank you for everything you do, because whether you know it or not, it has made my life better and has helped me to work through my problems. You're perfect. Thank you.
Trying To Be Impressive,
Autumn
(Stoopid Otum Whythol/ButtonGirl22)
#sidforlife
P.S. But seriously, come to Salt Lake really soon!!!
P.P.S. Do you like the faceless drawings I did? They're a wee bit creep, but I think they're pretty cool
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