A fine line to walk....

I have a friend that calls me a professional stalker. Is it true? Probably.... When I find a musician I love, whose music moves me and who as a person I can respect I get a little gung-ho about wanting to help. Help spread the word, help them with their site, help sell Cd's....just help. Whatever I can do.

90% of the time the artist says "Thank you very much but I'm good" but I am persistent and I keep asking. I've come to the conclusion that some of them have finally accepted my help just to shut me up. LOL

The line that I find hard to walk is the fine line between being a fan girl and being a fanaddix.

Definition break;

Fan-Girl: The silly girl who can't remember her name and giggles when the person of her obsession acknowledges her presence. The strong desire to get a strategically placed tattoo is a sure sign you've been afflicted.

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Fanaddix: Treats the artist(s) in question like a friend or business associate. Respects their space and privacy...and above all no giggling!

Most of the time I think I stay firmly on the fanadixx side of the line but every once in a while I get a bit star struck. I've never forgotten my name but it's been close.

This Valentines I went to Indianapolis to see Tony DeSare in concert for the first time. I was able to get a seat at the last moment and managed to get a spot right up front. Tony is a fan'tastic pianist and singer. The show started off with the Indianapolis Pops Orchestra playing a selection of Johnny Mercer tunes. Tony takes the stage and wows us all with his talent.

About half-way thru the show he says something about the best way to sing a love song is to actually sing it TO someone and he asks for a volunteer.... Enter the Fan-Girl... My hand went up before he finished asking the question and I'm sure I was the first person out of my seat when he asked the volunteers to stand. I think I was on the stage before my brain engaged again and shouted at me to stop acting like a nitwit.

He seated me next to the grand piano and proceeded to sing his beautiful love song "How I Will Say I Love You" directly to me...staring into my eyes the entire time. The fan-girl in me was orgasmic but the smart, savvy business woman who wants the artists to respect her and her work kept the upper hand...BARELY!

Look Ma! No tattoos!

Here it is a month later and I still get week in the knees thinking about that experience. I think it will be a never ending battle between the fan-girl and the fanaddix. But I also know that it is the fan-girl inside me that inspired me to do what I do and gives me the courage to offer my help.

Who makes you feel like a Fan-girl?