Groupie Love

You may have read in one of previous posts that back in the day I was a hard-core Hip-Hop Head. 3-T, Tevin Campbell, Jodeci, Blackstreet were fine but didn't do it for me in the way Bone Thugs-N- Harmony, Wu-Tang Clan, Biggie, Tupac and Lost Boyz did. In Nottingham there use to be a small sweet shop in the city centre that specialised in global Newspapers and Magazines. Without fail I would be there with my pocket money every month to buy Right On! Magazine and The Source. My mum on the other hand was not keen on my Gangster loving, and often threatened to cut off the Diamond Cable (now Virgin). We all know that adolescence is a difficult period, and I just felt so connected to the music I listened to back then. Now, Hip-Hop is actually Hip-Pop, back then it was real. I remember once even attending school with washing line pegs in my hair! I was paying respect to Da Brat of course, not to mention the purple lippy – those crazy days!

Now fast fast forward to the time around my 21st Birthday, I was very depressed having caught chicken pox from my young son. I looked awful and felt like a leper, especially because very few people actually wanted to be around me. To make matters worse I had tickets booked to see one of favourite old skool bands from my childhood! I was vex, there was absolutely nothing that was going to get in my way of seeing them, chicken pox or not. So undeterred I caked myself in make-up and went to the concert with my friends. Bearing in mind this is more of a hardcore hip-hop group I was fortunate that because I was a female I was able to get to the front of the crowd, which was going CRAZY. This was my first concert and arms were flaying, and I was being pushed back and forth and had totally lost my friends. I really didn't give it much thought though, all of my childhood themes were there, songs that me and my friend D would write word for word and sing in the back of our English class, much to the annoyance of our teacher.

Now as luck would have it, one of the band said “Yo, do any girls want to come on stage?”
Like a cheetah I was on that stage, this was my dream! To be on stage with some of my childhood heroes! My chicken pox had just about gone (in my mind) and I really didn't care I was just dancing lost in the rhythm. Soon my time on stage was over, but I got invited back stage by the groups manager and duly obliged. There I saw them close up, I was in awe but managed to sneak in my friends. Whilst we were there I also noticed a few other girls that I hadn't seen at the front. Girls from all sorts of areas of the world, Swedish, African, British, and Jamaican. After having conversations with some of these girls I soon realised that they weren't there to enjoy the music, nope, these girls were there for groupie love!

Now I had my own ideas of groupies, and the main point was they were loose, and hunted down celebrities to get the kudos or material possessions. Now that of course wasn't me! Me and my girls were just happy to be there, it was soon getting late and we were invited back to the bands hotel. This was turning into a very exciting birthday, so we agreed to chill with the band for a while in their rooms. It was surreal, there they were smoking their Phily Blunts, chatting like regular people. Soon it became clear that one particular member of the band in his mind had filled in the groupie slot with moi! Now two things were running in my head, should I stay or should I go? My friends were chung, and were telling me to stay, “How often do you meet celebrities, stay!” in my head I knew that all sorts could go down and furthermore I wasn't ready to start my Karrine Steffans list any time soon, plus I had chicken pox scars all over my body!

By now Mr _ was getting increasingly lecherous, and then came my cue to leave, when the words “I'll pay you” left his lips. This woke up my common sense, and I left that room as quickly as I had jumped on stage. I had heard their song lyrics, and laughed as they cussed off women, and there was absolutely no way I was being a lyric on their next hit. So I left with Mr _ getting is ting out in the hotel corridor and chasing me! Good lawdy, that was one crazy night! Needless to say my childhood heroes do not conjure up the same images now I'm grown! So ladies if you were hit on by your childhood hero or a hot celebrity, would you put them in your history books, or walk away? I really don't need to ask you men now do I?

P.S Sorry about the video overload, I was getting carried away with the nostalgia!