Most famous or infamous person has to mean that the world at large-or at least a large percentage holds this person to such stature. If that is the case, I will disappoint greatly. As I have not had a chance to meet anyone, face to face, that would fall into this category.
My kind has always been the artistic folks- the musicians, the dancers, the acrobats. And even more, the underground ones that are just coming up and they feel like a secret we get to keep for a while before the whole world interferes. The ones who light up a stage and make you forget the weight of the world for a few hours.
In my younger years, I lived for those nights. Concerts, shows, exhibitions- every other weekend I was out there, soaking in the magic. Dancing, and hoping for a photo to remember it all.
Now, life looks different. Work, sanity, parenting. There’s hardly any time left to chase the thrill of live performances.
Even when I do bump into artists randomly on the street, I’m the type who pretends not to recognize them. Maybe it’s fear. That they won’t be as excited to see me as I am to see them( I’m not one of them after all.) Or that the conversation will reveal I don’t know them as well as I though. Or worse, that they’ll ignore me completely. That sting would be hard to shake.
Still, there are a few I’d love to meet. Not national icons, not people destined for statues or history books. Just creators I admire, whose craft I’d like to emulate.
And answering this has made me nostalgic. I miss those nights- the music, the laughter, the freedom of being lost in a crowd. Maybe it’s time I found a concert again. To reconnect with the part of me that still craves those fun nights under the moon.
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