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Kiss and Tell YA: Rock Star Crushes: Be Careful What You Wish For. Feb 10. Posted by New England SCBWI. From: Kiss and Tell · http://kissandtellya.com/rock-star-crushes-be-careful-what-you-wish-for/ February 10, 2012 at ...
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During my college days, I developed my first crush on a rockstar (yes, I was a late bloomer). Mr. Rockstar was at the height of his career and amazing and full of attitude and totally crush-worthy.
Every pin drop of information that came out on Mr. Rockstar, I devoured like tiny chocolate dewdrops. And if you?ve ever followed a celebrity, you know that sometimes what you?re reading is so recycled, it?s either been canned and spammed to the media or so old, even Mr. Rockstar doesn?t remember saying it. I memorized and imagined to the point where I could have written volumes of fan fiction.
I didn?t start out wanting to meet him. I would have been happy with just going to a concert. But by chance I met up with a friend who convinced me to go to an after-party at a pub across town. This is where it gets dicey.
I suddenly got it in my head that meeting Mr. Rockstar would be the start of something special. This friend had convinced me he knew a friend of a friend and could get me in. I ditched my ride ? my first big mistake and went on an Adventure. (Sprinkle stardust here.)
Being at a bar at an after-concert party would have been awesome?and it came close in many ways, but the anticipation of Mr. Rockstar?s arrival was so thick every laugh, every dance, every eye paused on a whisper??Where is he??
Everything fizzled when the bar staff started to prepare for Mr. Rockstar?s arrival. Only the lucky few wearing wristbands would be allowed to stay. While my friend got ?vouched for? by his friend of a friend, I found myself ushered out the front door.
Did it end there? Unfortunately no. Standing outside the front door, I ran into another girl who, as forlorn as me, convinced me that if I stayed with her, she would give me a ride home. There were six of us hanging around the front entrance like forlorn little rejects hoping that when Mr. Rockstar came through the door he would . . .what? Notice us? Invite us in? I?m not sure. All I knew was that somehow the wish?the desire had taken over my normally rational brain.
Someone got it in our heads that Mr. Rockstar would be leaving out the back door since it certainly sounded like he was inside the pub having a good time. So the six of us trecked around to the back to wait. And wait. And wait.
When someone got the brilliant idea that they knew the hotel where Mr. Rockstar was staying, and that we would have a better chance of meeting him there, that?s when reasoning finally came back to me. Meeting him at a concert was one thing. Meeting him at a bar? Fine. But meeting him and all his road crew at a hotel? Two girls and a bunch of guys? Nuh, uh.
I realized months later how lucky I was when I read about two other girls who hadn?t been so fortunate. On a bus ride after another concert, the girls had run into him and his road crew and . . .let?s just say, they wish they hadn?t.
I?ve dreamed incredible wishes, and I believe wishes can come true, but I also believe that when it comes to wishing about people we don?t know, I?d rather leave it up to serendipity or a well organized event where Mr. Celebrity is on his best behavior.
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