Dianne works in the film industry in Auckland and decided to challenge herself in the area of writing.
Excited and nervous, we were finally going to be meeting our teenage heroes. I was fifteen, and was going with my best friends Jane and Sharon to see our favourite band The Fourmyula. The Fan Club, which we belonged to, had organized a photo opportunity after the gig. We were proud they came from our hometown Upper Hutt and some had even attended the same college.
Self-conscious and awkward, we awaited our turn, me in my best floral puffy-sleeved dress. Pretty older girls lined up in front of us and were flirting with the band. Our favourite band member was the baby-faced bass player Ali. Our turn came and flash, it was all over. The photo showed us looking a bit shy and startled.
Years later, the band reformed to play a gig in Auckland. Jane was also living in Auckland, so I asked her if she wanted to go and re-live our youth. She was keen.
On the night, there was the band, a bunch of middle-aged men playing to a middle-aged audience. It didn’t dampen anyone’s enthusiasm. The songs were still great, and Ali even managed to still look a little baby-faced.
Jane suggested we re-create our photo with Ali. At the end of the gig we rushed up and asked him for a photo re-creation. He seemed taken aback by our enthusiasm as we bustled him into an appropriate spot and asked someone to take a photo before others claimed his attention.
Flash. It was all over as quickly as that first photo. I think this time he was the one that looked a little startled.
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