(You may recognize some of the verbiage from Josie Grossie's article at the end of Never Been Kissed)
Someone once told me that to write well you have to write what you know. This is what I know… I’m 28 years old and tomorrow night I’ll go to my second Glee concert.
A Gleek to the core, all of my Tuesday nights were spent sitting in front the TV and downloading new songs on my iTunes. Weekends were more of the same. Then at last, it seemed as if my luck was about to change. The best rhymer I knew got tickets for the 2010 concert at Radio City and we dressed up like Sue Sylvester. But it turned out that no one was else was dressed in Adidas track suits and it was a cruel joke. And I have never fully recovered.
Yes, it is embarrassing to share this with the world, but it would be hard to explain what I learned and how I learned it without sharing this humiliating history.
I got another ticket, my first as a 28 year old, to go back to the Glee tour and find out about Gleeks today. What I hope I’ll end up finding… is myself.
What I’ll end up finding is the Gleeks haven’t changed. There’s still that one George Clinton looking fan who yells at me to sit down during Don’t Stop Believin'. Those girls are still there, the ones that even as you go to more and more concerts, will remain the same age... 12.
The costumed kids, who everyone else knew as the “losers” but I just knew them as Samantha, Marisa, and Zach.
There’s still that one song, with its amazing beat, that seems so perfect in every way. The song you get up and dance to before work in the morning. The Izod center would not have been the same without it. Glee Season 2 would not have been the same without it. I would not be the same without it.
I’ve lived a year of regret after my first Glee Live experience. And now, going into my second, my regrets are down to one. A certain costume was shamed on my path to Glee Live 2010, and although this blog post may serve as a step, it in no way makes up for the public’s reaction to it.
To my fellow Gleeks, you know who you are, let’s get dressed up tomorrow night.
And I would like to add one more thing. I think tomorrow night could be the best night of our lives. And so I propose this, as an ending to this blog post and perhaps a beginning to the next chapter of my life. I, Belle the Blogger, will be at the Izod Center where my friends, the cast and crew of Glee, are performing for the masses. I will be standing in the parking lot for five minutes prior to the first song. If the other fans accept my proposal, I ask them to come get in costume with me, for my second Glee concert.