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Bryan
Adams fever
By ‘Bryan’s Girls’
January 4: Bryan’s Coming!
It started with a rumour…
Bryan Adams was supposedly coming down! Our first reaction was OH
– MY - GOD!!!! This can’t be true! Was he actually going
to come? (Thanks to our ‘special privileges’, we got
it confirmed before anyone else). It was from this time that we
officially became… the ‘BA Groupies’!
Our
first mission was to find out when tickets would be out, where they’d
be available and how much they were. The cheapest was all we could
afford, because BA groupies we may have been, but rich BA groupies
we were not. We found out exactly when tickets would be out and
where about a day before the rest of the world, and made our plans…
January
27: Tickets!
We scraped together our life’s savings and headed
for Deli France, ODEL a half hour before opening time. Not only
were we the first in our anticipated queue but had also managed
to beat the arrival of the tickets themselves. So we left our contact
details with the most obliging and helpful person who worked at
Deli and walked out a bit disappointed, but sure of getting our
tickets. The tickets got a day late and us groupies were getting
anxious.
January
28: The Call!
The conversation took place in a matter of seconds. One
of the clan simply asked, “…are they ready?” Our
hearts stopped as she threw down the phone and rushed for her purse,
to be met with as much speed by her trusty co-ticket buyer cum groupie.
We watched them run out of the office. The tickets had arrived!
January
29 – February 9: Preparation
With tickets in hand, we progressed to the next level of ‘groupie-hood’
– Fanaticism! That was the time of humming his songs, downloading
his song ring tones, memorizing the words to his songs, etc. One
groupie planned to take print outs of his lyrics and hand them out
to random people at the concert, so that they could sing along!!!
In
front of the computer, one of us would start humming, then another,
and another would join, until the whole gang ended up singing in
total harmony (NOT!). These singing sessions were quite shortlived
of course because one of us would eventually notice that we were
in an office and others were trying to work.
Ideas
of carrying huge colourful banners declaring our undying love for
Bryan (who we were now on first name basis with), giving crash course
lessons of his music to ‘wannabe groupies’, who couldn’t
reach our high standards of ‘Bryanism’ and discussing
what to wear was how we spent our days.
On
this note, we must relate how a certain member of our gang wanted
to wear a ‘red sequined’ top. After much effort on our
part, she reluctantly agreed to wear a ‘normal’ looking
outfit. Then came prophecies of doom. Bryan wasn’t coming!
It was a sad day for us groupies. We were shattered. What were we
to do? In our desperate hour ideas kept coming into our heads. Here’s
one.
The
Letter!
To Our Ever Loving BRYAN, Here we are, this is us, don’t
tell us it’s not worth dying for. Please forgive us, we know
not what we do. Do come down and put us up on cloud number nine
and lift us up to heaven. Do we have to say the words because we’re
doing it all for love and we can’t stop this thing we’ve
started…. Bryan… you’ll always have the best of
us and everything we do, we do it for you!
Love
always: Your undying Groupies.
Fortunately though, this was just some juvenile’s
idea of a joke (that nearly destroyed our lives!) so, the letter
remained un-posted. A waste of a masterpiece we thought, and decided
to post it anyway.
February
10, 5.10 pm: D-Day!
We left work with plenty of time to spare, rallied our
troops outside the BMICH and marched confidently towards CR. However,
a few hours later and still outside our sanity levels were wavering.
So, to keep the mood alive we began letting out sporadic shouts
of “Bryan, Bryan…” making the crowd wonder if
we had actually seen him or were plain insane. We needed to stay
focussed, ok!
Still
February 10, 7.30 pm: Here we are!
Much later, we finally entered the Promised Land. We were
on sacred ground. Bryan here we come! |
