Greyson Chance is?"
This was my Facebook status one Friday evening in August, typed on my Blackberry as I stood in a throng of ladies once, twice, even three times Greyson Chance's tender age of 12. (He has since left the tweens for the teens.)
I had a pretty good spot for what turned out to be a little concert by Greyson himself, appearing live at BlogHer '10 in New York City.
Judging from the hysteria of the paparazzi-like women around me, I was clearly the only person who needed a lifeline from her Facebook peeps to find out who I was watching on stage ... and why grown women were screaming for this kid as if he was a Beatle. (I'd never heard of the previous night's entertainer either, which was Gavin DeGraw.) And even worse than not knowing Greyson or Gavin? Greyson's performance of Lady Gaga's "Paparazzi" would be the very first time I would hear that song ... and, for that matter, my first Lady Gaga song.
(You people who wonder how I am able to read and blog so much? This is the trade-off, being the biggest loser about America's greatest talents right in my midst.)
So, fast forward three months later and I'm in the car with my own kids (a mere four years younger than Greyson) and "Waiting Outside the Lines" comes on Radio Disney.
"Oh, wow, that's Greyson Chance!" I exclaimed to Betty and Boo. "Remember when I went to New York, in the summer? I saw him perform."
"You went to his concert?" Boo said.
"Well, sort of, yeah ...."
"You met him?"
"No, I didn't meet him, but I was really close to him at the concert."
(Boo had a hard time comprehending this; from the rear mirror, I could see the literal wheels turning in his Aspergerian mind.)
"But you were in New York with him?"
"And you like him?"
"I do. I like this new song of his a lot. I think he's pretty talented."
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh! Mommy's in love with a 12 year old!" hollered Boo, now dancing a jig in our garage and well within earshot of our policeman neighbor's house who, had he been outside, might have found this of interest.
"I am not," I stated firmly, "in love with any twelve year olds."
"But you just said you liiiiiii-iiiiiiike Greyson Chance!"
"I like his music. You can like someone without being in love with them ... and besides, the only boy I'm in love with is you. And Daddy."
"Of course, Daddy," Betty chimed in.
"Well, I'm telling Daddy you went to New York with Greyson Chance."
As it turns out, Daddy had no idea who Boo was talking about either.
Which is one of the reasons why, after 20 years, I'm still gaga about him.
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