That’s Stella

Back in the day when I was working in the music industry and I worshipped the ground rock stars sauntered upon and I was young and naive and very stupid, one of my many crushes was Mr. Amazing - he shall remain anonymous and innocent for now.

Years after I quit the industry (it was bitchy and hardcore and stressful and I developed anxiety attacks) I started forgetting encounters and stories and goss back from the day… Till today I was reading an article about Mr. Amazing and about how his latest album stinks and how he’s started a family and got married and yada yada yada… He said something about loving his new life and this triggered off my memory of how I got over Mr. Amazing.

Mr. Amazing was touring Australia and he gave me tickets to one of his shows. His friends knew I was keen on him, but despite being his friends, they still warned me off him. I went to his show with Ana (who’s always been a great partner in crime). So we’re at his show, and there’s hundreds of people (majority are screaming women) and luckily Ana and I nab this perfect position with a great view, till 10 minutes into the show, a couple of barely legal girls in front of us start making out and feeling each other up in front of everyone! ARgh! Awkward!

After the show, Ana and I are escorted backstage whilst Mr. Amazing is next to the stage busily signing CD’s and shirts, etc. Ana and I are hanging out in his dressing room and… well… we’re a little bit naughty and being nosey and going through his stuff.

We’re playing his guitars and… argh!! I cringe when I think of this, but Ana finds this black book on his dressing room table. She opens it up and finds it’s his diary!!! Mr. Amazing has a DIARY!? Now, remember we’re young and stupid and a little toasted from drinking so much, so we are posed with an ethical dilemma, but brush off our consciences and decide to take it in turns to have a peek at his diary, whilst the other watches the door for him. It’s no girly diary. His book is full of his ramblings and AAA passes from other shows and photos. It’s pretty… well… amazing! We get a good 20 minute look before getting paranoid and putting his diary back in the exact position we find it and decide to just chill out on his couches. Chill out? Well that was impossible. I was as giddy with excitement. Ana and I quietly discuss that after she meets Mr. Amazing, she’d go to the after party with the support band and I’d meet her there so she’d give me some lone time with him.

Well… we spoke too soon. Minutes later, we hear footsteps and giggles coming towards Mr. Amazings dressing room door. I’m getting all fidgety quickly adjusting myself on his couch trying to look cool… Well, imagine my shock and heart break when Mr. Amazing stumbles into his dressing room with two girls - wildly making out with one whilst grabbing the other girls hand leading her into the room!!! Ana and I are gobsmacked when they stumble in and realise the two girls are the two lesbian exhibitionists who were making out in front of us during his show! Son of a bitch!!!

When they realise Ana and I are sitting there in his dressing room, well… THAT was awkward. No one said a thing. Mr. Amazing went white. Ana and I were still sitting on his couches contemplating what to do. The room was silent. Ouch it hurt bad! I was the first one to make a move. I gracefully got up off the couch, Ana did the same, I walked towards the door, I waited to let Ana walk out first, then I slammed the door behind me. It was the end of my crush, the start of spreading the word about what had happened and the last time I ever saw or spoke to him.

So today I’m reading this article about him, and wondering if this is really all in the past for Mr. Amazing and I secretly hope and pray for his wife and bub that it is!