No Shame | I’ve Cried BoyBand Tears

i can explain

I cried at a New Edition/Bobby Brown/Al B. Sure show.

Ummm, yeah.  The girls around me thought I was all boyband overwhelmed.  Naw. General Admission.  A couple thousand girls packed together trying to get some dude’s attention.  I was being pushed and, hello, had nowhere to go.  Oh, and I was having problems catching my breath.

Of course, the crying made the breathing thing worse.  I thought I was going to DIE.  No, really.  I thought I was going to die alone at a New Edition concert.  Die surrounded by girls who thought I was hysterical in anticipation.  Like I couldn’t wait for Ronnie, Ricky, Ralph and ‘nem* to be thrusting mightily towards me.  Umm, no.

Maybe it was those furrowed brows of pity that got me to stop hyper-everything-ing.  Cause at some point, stuck in the middle of the coliseum floor, I figured I might as well enjoy myself in the swell.  I sang along to every word of every song on Heart Break like every other girl there.  Okay with not knowing where I’d be standing once the music stopped.

I went to many a rock show after that and dudes in the pit had nothing on those chicks.  Those girls taught me to hold my own.  They taught me well.

Nikki♥

*Sorry, Mike & Johnny.

♥:Wait.  You do know this story is like 20 years old, right?  Not ashamed, but, ummm… I want to be REAL clear…

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