Remember these guys?
Well, Dream 1 came true–they reunited and I returned to the sweet age of 11/12.
And now, NOW, another dream manifests itself.
I’m seeing them in concert.
I’m seeing NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK in concert! Ack!
Not many understand the sheer, lunatic joy of it all. They don’t get why my voice changes from normal to screechy when I refer to them in conversation. They don’t comprehend why my friend and I (who are attending the concert together) are losing it now, months before we travel to the arena and proceed to lose our minds in public and maybe on camera. I explain it this way: every girl has a boyband love. There’s a boy band for every generation, right from Frankie Limon in the 50s to those Jonas Boys. And every girl had their beloved boy band. These guys were mine. It’s very nostalgic and cool. It’s the reality of what we wanted all those years ago when we begged to see them in “real life” and had to accept the limitations of television and video. The adolescent adoration can now be realized, all in real time. Yikes. So excited. See the countdown clock above their heads. The clock is on.