Still Fans

Still Fans
I never understood how or why my mother would get excited about Al Green or Marvin Gaye after all of these years. In fact I thought it was kind of funny to see her dancing in the living room as we cleaned the house to Love and Happiness. I knew that I wasn’t feeling the love and I definitely wasn’t happy watching her dance while I cleaned. But on the day after Christmas, I figured it out.
Accompanied by my good friend Tisha, I went o the Boyz II Men concert. As soon as I caught a glimpse of them near the stairs to mount the stage, I started yelling and jumping up and down almost uncontrollably. It was an automatic response; I don’t even know how or why it happened. And I really don’t know how I went running up to the front of the stage with Tisha to audition for a rose. You know that we audition for a rose, either trying to look cute or batting our eyelashes, screaming or just jumping up and down.
My successful audition resulted in Wanye presenting the rose to me over the heads of four or five jumpers and countless eye-lash batters. Time stopped and I ran back to my seat to avoid the crowd. So yes Mom, I now understand that those groups that you loved as a youth, forever remain the groups of your youth.