All this excitement, hysteria! For what? An old, faded “Has been”. There had to be a couple of hundred Grannies sporting sequin hats and scarves, singing and chanting waiting outside the theatre. Ridiculous!
When her Editor had asked her to run an interest piece on this “gig”, she had had to skuttle away and “Google” him to find out who he was!
“Wow! How exciting! Imagine him coming here!” she had exclaimed, all the while thinking “What on earth is all the fuss about?”
This Glam Rock Star of the 70’s had reputedly had quite a reputation with the ladies, renowned for his troupe of loyal Groupies, but had retreated into obscurity and bankruptcy for decades. Then, with the trend for Groups of the past to re-form and tour, he had jumped on the Bandwagon so to speak.
With the background in place, she now had to write about the local interest angle; so, here she was, in the cold and drizzle looking for suitable interviewees standing waiting to go in.
The grey- haired woman with walking aids, glitter make up, sparkly pink hat and scarf drew her eye.
“Hi, I’m Lucy, and I’m doing a piece for the ‘Weekly Herald’, OK to have a brief chat?” The woman nodded excitedly, eyes gleaming and a huge smile spread across her face.
“Great! Well……” Lucy paused, wondering where to start, “How long have you been standing there?”
“Ooooooh, bout three hours so far innit Sylv?” the woman giggled, nudging her friend.
“But……Why?” Lucy muttered .
“Well Lovey…. He was such a dish back in the day, and we all had our dreams didn’t we Sylv? Now, we just wanna relive that feeling… of having dreams….Nostalgia innit?”
Lucy nodded politely, thinking “sad woman…. Hope I don’t end up like that.”
(c) Hilary Taylor