theme music.
I wanted that moment. I needed to see that from beginning to end. I longed to see in concert-that girl with the silver jacket and sparkly microphone who had an entire album called “My Life” who had NO idea she was strummin’ my pain with her fingers-singing MY LIFE with those words…killing me softly. Myself, and practically every girlfriend I KNOW was going through heartbreak over a guy during that album!
Low and behold, we got to the venue and took our seats. Mary, all dressed in white, was onstage…….And all I got to hear her say was: “Thank You. Thank you everybody”…then she walked off the stage.
My tears just fell, and in hindsight, I must’ve looked a lil’ bit like this:
My friend looked at me and covered her mouth while we stood at our seats arguing about whose fault it was—until Jodeci came onstage and she proceeded to get her “happy” on.
As much as I loved Jodeci too, I grit my teeth and turned my back the whole time-with my arms crossed-refusing to even watch (with my immature self-as if it would hurt my friend that I wasn’t sharing her “happy”).
My lil’ heart was so broken. I wanted to kill my friend-just for enjoying Jodeci and I missed my Mary.
Today, we laugh at that moment about then. And between my friend and me, we call Mary “Murrrrry,” or “JBlige.” Because our ongoing joke during crap sessions to date would be her shouting: “girlllllllllll ‘member that time we got to se Murrrrrrrry lateeeeeeee!? You wanted to KILL me over that damned JBlige! JBlige almost got me killed!”
It’s funny now, but I understand how K. Michelle felt. That’s why this story was so cute to me.
Time is a wonderful thing.
Both ladies have met, embraced, and have new music out:
…and me? I’m THEE girl (around these parts)….and well…blogging about ‘em both and bringing them both YOU. Enjoy 🙂
Oh. P.S
…I almost forgot to mention.
This like…hole in the wall club we would frequent (so hole in the wall that it was only one way in, and one way out…if something were to ever go down in there, we all were going down. I promise you)
At any rate.
This guy was a really popular DJ named Al, and every now and again, he would drop something hot and pass the mic to see who would grab it and spit (or sing).
What. Did. He. Drop: “I’m Going Down” (by Murrrrry) for? Get ready to laugh:
….So I’m with that same friend who went to the concert with me (yeah laugh). When Al’s holding the mic up, she turned around like: “Awwwwwwww sh!t.”
Then she challenged: “You aint gon’ do it!.” I reached for that mic……mannnn let me tell you. My lil heart was going through it at that time and I belted the shiznit outta that song. We had that club lit. She started chiming in with her patois, and I was Mary’in the shiz out that song. Me and that friend of mine laughed about those two stories for-ev-er. Good times.
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