I Think I Love You!

This past weekend I had the opportunity to do something I had waited forty years to do and finally realized a teenage dream.  When I was thirteen, my bedroom walls boasted a multitude of pictures of David Cassidy.  Each month, I would wait anxiously at the drugstore for the newest issue of Tiger Beat magazine where I (like many other teenage girls) devoured every word written about this teen idol.  I dreamt of seeing him in concert but alas, I was trapped in northern Alberta while he toured the world and never came anywhere near Edmonton. This didn’t dampen my enthusiasm for all things David, although as I grew up, the photos came down and my dream was downgraded a few notches.

In 1983, I spent a week in New York City and was delighted to find out that David was appearing on Broadway in the musical Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.  Somehow I managed to convince the friend I travelled there with to attend the show (she wasn’t a fan) and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I checked off the box in my list that said ‘see David live’ and moved on, or so I thought.

A few months ago, I discovered David would be appearing at the River Rock theatre in Vancouver and I knew I had another chance to see him perform. This time he would be singing the songs of my teenage years. I also knew I had to go. And this time, there would be no coercing a buddy – I would go alone. The dream was mine and mine alone. My husband, wonderful man that he is, did not laugh – all he said was ‘is your plane ticket booked?” and that was that. I was finally going to see David live, in person, in concert.

Vancouver offered me no end of excitement – from the SkyTrain (I love trains!) to my marina-view hotel suite, I felt like I was living the high life. Even fire alarms sounding in the hotel just an hour before the show was to start didn’t dampen my enthusiasm even though it meant running down nine flights of stairs and hoping I’d get back into my room in time to change for the show. Fifteen minutes before show time, the issue was resolved and I was able to get back into my suite to change. The theatre was a 1,000 seat delight and every seat was filled. I was in row E, almost dead centre.

When David walked on stage, I forgot that he was 61 years old (and that I was older too!). When he smiled and started singing, he was 21 again and it was like I had always imagined it would be – his voice was still strong, his charisma engaging and the overall electricity in the crowd was downright enchanting. We sang, we danced, we laughed and most of all, we remembered what it was like to be a teenager in love with a teen idol. He invited people down to the stage, so I went and was able to shake his hand (yes, I have washed it since!). 

When he finished his last song and left the stage, instead of feeling let down that it was over, I felt exhilarated and validated. It was every bit as fun and corny as it sounds, as magical as it could possibly be. A teenage dream became my middle-aged reality.  Bucket list item #13, check, check and my rose-colored glasses are still in place.

I am learning that it is important to be true to your heart, even if others don’t agree with you. Life is short and we need to live our dreams as much as we can, each and every day.

I can feel my heart beat…and it feels so good!