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…