We'll Always Have Christina Grimmie's Music
Three months ago, Christina Grimmie hunched over a table in New York's Irving Plaza, where she had opened for Rachel Platten two nights in a row. The concert was over, and fans with confetti in their hair and adrenaline from the show still in high gear, lined the merch tables for their chance at meeting Grimmie. I was talking to a friend, who anxiously waited for me to stop blabbing so she could go join the line. I looked over, watching as Christina's giant grin never faltered. Meeting with fans didn't seem like an obligation; it was her livelihood.
It was the same setting when Grimmie was fatally shot during a meet-and-greet in Orlando on Friday night, and I can't help but think she was flashing that radiant smile then too. She was 22.
Grimmie was on her grind. As an indie artist, she made everything happen for herself, and her fans respected her because of it. Without a label, she had just released her second EP, Side A, in March. She was constantly touring. She recorded YouTube videos often. She tweeted at fans. She. Never. Stopped.
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