This morning, I was up at 7:30am. I took the dog out for a walk and made myself a coffee. I sat down, opened my laptop and waited. I was smoking a cigarette and watching the clock. With every minute that passed, my heart beat got faster and faster until I thought it was going to stop. There were beads of sweat on my forehead, moving down towards my eyes, itching as they travelled. Why was I like this? Why was I up so early? Today was the day that tickets for the ‘S Club 7 reunion’ went live.
When I was a little (gay) boy, I used to stand in front of the mirror with a stick and pretend that it was an old fashioned microphone and I would ‘perform’ songs sung by S Club 7 to myself. I would spend hours and hours perfecting every last little detail to the routines of the hit songs. I knew every step, every wave, every kick and every jump. I was the 8th member (in my head). Sadly my dreams of becoming the 8thmember of the band were shattered when they announced that they were splitting up. I was devastated. I couldn’t imagine a world without them in it anymore.
At every party, disco and nightclub I have been to since then, there has always been an S Clun song played at some point in the night. So I have always been able to get my fix. The other week, I tuned in on BBC1 to see my #2 (steps were my #1) band reunite as a whole group in 12 years. I was glued to the TV and my feet were moving to the routines like I had only just learnt them. #stillgotit
Last week, they announced a comeback gig, much to my excitement. A few years ago, my all-time favourite band ‘Steps’ were starting their own comeback tour, but unfortunately for me, they started to tour on the very same day that I was due to fly to china to meet ‘him’. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. I should have just scrapped the ticket and gone to see Steps instead. Nevertheless, I was determined to go to this gig, even if I had to sell my soul to get there.
Knowing that tickets were going to sell out fast, I was up, full of nicotine and ready to beat all of the other girls and queens to the tickets! Turns out I wasn’t fast enough. Tickets went on sale at 9am. At 9:03, they were completely sold out. I called my friend who I’m going with and freaked out down the phone! In the end, we decided to travel a bit further to Birmingham to see them. No distance was going to keep me from seeing them.
So eventually I managed to buy us 3 tickets, right at the front of the stadium. I am so excited. I’ve already been practicing my routines from when I was younger (which I remember, completely #totalystillgotit).
These days, when I want something, I go for it. I ask nobody’s permission and approval. If I am determined to do something or write about it, I will. I think a lot of that stems from never being ‘allowed’ to do anything from ‘you know who’. not anymore! 😉 Roll on May 2015!!
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