Diary of a self-confessed fangirl

September 24, 2007

I was never a rabid fan of anyone.  I never understood why there are people who would go to such great lengths just to see their "idol".  For me, these people (the stars) are simply like you and me, albeit given the chance to showcase their talent (and for some, the lack of it) for the world to see.  I have had the opportunity to see a couple of these "stars" but I have never been starstrucked.

Until Elliott Yamin, that is.

American Idol Season 5 was the only season of the show that I have ever watched.  And, though he had little exposure prior to the top 24, I have loved him since "Moody’s Mood for Love".  I found him to be this down-to-earth guy who’s just doing what he loves best: singing.  And it showed in each and every one of his performances, which made me like him more.  I was one of those who was crushed when he was booted out during the Top 3 eliminations.  But, knowing that such talent will not go unnoticed, I vowed to support him the moment he launch his album.

And I was not mistaken.  On March 20, 2007, a friend from the US told me that his self-titled album is already out in the market.  I couldn’t wait for it to reach the shores of the Philippines!  I had to wait six months before I could call one my own.  But it was all worth it.

The day I turned 26, Elliott had a show at the Trinoma Mall in Quezon City.  Though it was a working day, I filed my birthday leave in order to line up at Trinoma the earliest time possible to secure my ticket.  And all my efforts paid off.  I was one of the first fifty people to buy his CD and in the process, procuring a pass for a chance to meet the man and securing his autograph!  Man oh man!  So this is how a fangirl feels like.

I wouldn’t bore you with the details of the show (and it was everything but!), suffice it is to say that for three blissful minutes, I thought I died and gone to heaven.  When he greeted me and when he obliged for a picture, I felt sheer pleasure.  When he handed me the autographed CD with a "happy birthday" on it, I felt like crying.  I was too tongue-tied to talk to him.  All I managed, I think, were a lousy "hi", "it’s my birthday today", and "thank you".  But I did get to squeeze his muscles, hahahahaha.

I’m a fangirl now.  So sue me.