You Don't Know Me

I would like to know where people got the idea that I'm a band groupie. I'm a firm believer than I am a Band-Aid. Now to get my reference you will have had to watch Almost Famous. If you haven't watched Almost Famous, then why are you reading my blog, you should be watching one of the greatest movies ever. I don't want to sleep with anyone in a band. Well...a kiss would be nice, but after that, no thank you and this only applies to like two or maybe three guys out there anyway.

Everyone is freaking out about a band that is coming up to WSOU this week. I've been told to stay away, but what the hell am I really going to do? I'm not going to gawk at these individuals or freak out. I leave my freaking out moments to before and after said meeting. I will freak out, there is no question of that especially since one of the guys might be one of the aforementioned guys I would actually kiss. Unbeknown to people, I do actually have the ability to control myself within certain situations. I tend to think my social skills are good even though other things may be lacking.

Mainly I like meeting people who inspire my thoughts about music and writing in general because I admire them. They are people just like you and me that have achieved the ability to move others with their creations. I wish I could do that. Just meeting them is inspiring enough for me, but no one gets that. I really wish I could put a post-it note on me sometimes that has this sort of disclaimer: Allie is not as celebrity obessed as appears.

I just honestly wish I could ask questions. I wish I was the one doing the interview even though that would get me anxious. One on one talking is fine, me plus famous people plus radio is a disaster. The pressure of knowing others are listening is a bad idea. I can't talk on the radio when I'm relatively alone, how am I supposed to do with people I admire there. I'd come off looking like a jerk.

My questions are simple, what makes you get up in the morning. Why? I guess I wish I could put together some meaning of life out of these questions. For all I know, their answers could be the keys I need to piece together my own life.

I know they don't want to meet people and I get that. I'm sure they wish they could slip back into obscurity sometimes, but they can't. This is the part that gets me, do I wait all day to meet them or do I not. They really don't want people there, but at the same time I feel compelled to do this. Part of me would die if I didn't try at least, part of me doesn't want to bother them. It happened during the bar meeting with COB. Part of me just wants to observe them, part of me wants to talk to them. I don't want to annoy, but yet I want to know.

Even those with me that night at the bar with COB don't get it. I didn't want to take a picture with Alex Skolnick cause I was intimidated, but because I didn't want to bother the man. He just wants to drink and relax, he doesn't want to take a picture with me. I got mad at Chris cause he said something dumb to Alexi and it made me feel all embarassed. I don't want to gawk at the band coming up, I merely want to observe. If I get a picture, fine. If I get an autograph, stellar. Mainly I just want to see them with me own eyes, ascertain the fact that they are real.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I am underestimated and that many assumptions are made as to who I am...