Stalked by My Chemical Romance
Leeds Festival 2006. On one of the days, we went to scour some of the stages. My friend Nessa wanted to hang about the NME signing tent? Why? My Chemical Romance were signing autographs, and she wanted to be front of the queue. I checked - they'd be arriving at 3pm, and it had just gone 11am. I left, and she got pissed off, telling her I should wait with her.

So, after four hours of watching, you know, good bands, I walked passed Nessa, still at the front of the queue. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Getting some famous peoples' autographs". "But.. you went off! I've been here four hours!". "Nah, I just told you to hold my place". She was seething, but let me cut in line. She mentioned that I didn't have anything that they could sign. Noticing that an NME Maggot was trying to collect email addresses for subscriptions, I asked to get one of his subscription forms for the band to sign the back of. Problem solved!

The first guy (who Wikipedia tells me is called Gerard Way) took a while to sign mine. So, I did what I usually do, and started small talk. "So, Mr. My Chemical Romance Man, are you enjoying Leeds?"

"Yeah" he screeches, with a very whiny American tone. "Well, we were here last year but we were in a much smaller tent and peopledidn'treallyknowofusbackthen..." - the guy starts talking at the speed of a six year old when she's just seen a rainbow. Noticing that the line had moved along, I had to end the conversation with Gerard and move to the next one.

Let's just say the next one was called Mikey. I'm using that name as Wikipedia lists me the members of MCR, but I can't really remember which one it was. He quickly signed his autograph, but Nessa was still swooning over another member of the band thus holding up the line. So, I made more small talk. "So... any news on the next album?"

Suddenly Gerard - who is currently signing the album owned by a 13 year old - stops what he is doing, pushes Mikey aside, makes eye contact with me and says -

"Well, yeah, we like, totally wanted to release it now but the recordcompanytoldustostarttouringtopromotethealbu-"

"Right! Okay!" I say quite loudly. He seems to be on some sort of speed.

I move onto the third member of the band. I know now not to make any small talk for fear Gerard may start speaking again. The third guy asks me my name. "Friz" I reply. "With one z".

But, I say 'z' like 'zed'. This excites Gerard who stops what he's doing again - leans over Mikey to talk to me to say-

"Ooooohmygod! We've been here three months already and nobody has said "zed" yet! How British! How quaint! Zed! We only ever hear Zee!"

I stare at him with blank eyes. I blink. I move onto #4 and #5 without saying a word.

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Later that day, I'm off to see Kaiser Chiefs. Gerard Way is eating a burger. He stops me, briefly recalls me for two seconds, forms a smile on his face, and yells...

"FRAZ!".

"Close one, mate" I say, walking off.
( __, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 18:17, 2 replies)

do you realize...
that there are people who would rip their arm off for the experience you had? haha
(Phoenix211, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 19:05, closed)

I don't really get fazed by famous people
Well, Derren Brown, probably. But I usually treat them as I treat any individual; by being a sarcastic and apathetic little cunt
( __, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 19:48, closed)