‘DANCING WITH THE STARS’ Turned Me Into A Groupie

One of the great perks during my long marketing and communications career in the entertainment business was sharing with friends and colleagues free CDs, screening invitations for yet-to-be-released movies, tickets to film premieres, concerts, and other cool events, and a plethora of swag. It was fun to be able to offer this up, and always nice to have my peeps around while I was working.

Back in the day, expense accounts were flush, car service usage was a given, and bonuses were jaw dropping. Once, when working at a record label, after a couple of dates with a guy that I liked, I surprised him with a care package of CDs. This just meant that my assistant picked out an assortment of 20 or so from the supply closet, and sent them Fed Ex with a note that said, ‘Happy listening.’ My total vested time: 3 minutes. Total out-of-pocket cost: 0.

Clearly, working in a ‘normal’ non-entertainment job, this otherwise smart man completely misunderstood my intentions -- thinking that I had bought the CDs and paid for shipping. His interpretation: I was acting like we were already in a relationship, rather than simply sharing my business perks. While appreciative of the care package, there no more dates! Lesson learned - always provide a disclaimer before gifting free stuff while in the early stages of dating. 

Over the years at film and music events, I was either the producer or handling the PR, red carpet arrivals, and press lines.  Basically, working my butt off for anything I got into for free.

It was therefore with huge joy that I accepted an invitation from a TV Guidejournalist friend to see SWAY: A Dance Trilogy at Hammerstein Ballroom several months ago, starring Dancing With The Stars’ Maks and Val Chmerkovskiy, Tony Dovolani, season winners Rumer Willis and Meryl Davis, and other guest dancers.

Surprisingly, our ‘comp’ (complimentary) tickets were $592 each, in the third row, where we were sandwiched between screaming fans that had come from as far away as San Francisco to see the show in NYC, paying up to $1,000 for a single ticket. Can’t say I would ever do that, but these ladies were happy as could be.

I came late to getting hooked on Dancing with the Stars – still a newbie entering my fourth season, but I can stand on a rooftop and shout that I love Val and am a die-hard fan! 

So in my $592 seat, I forewarned my friend that I was going to live out my groupie fantasy, hopefully not embarrassing her too much.  I screamed and cheered, gave standing ovations, took photos and videos, and saw heart-shaped cartoon bubbles in my head imagining Val dancing with me instead of those other women.  I swooned with our seat-mates as we shared our favorite memories of the last season, debated about which we thought was the hottest guy (you know my vote) and the sexiest woman, and how envious we were of the female dancers - their grace, talent, and uber-femininity.

I bought ‘merch’ (merchandise) at an event for the first time ever, which I had no business doing since having storage bins filled with virtually a lifetime supply of t-shirts, baseball hats, sweatshirts and other free giveaways from projects I have worked on over the years.  These items serve as souvenirs and memory refreshers of my career, and now the $30 t-shirt I bought that says ‘Dancing is F**king Awesome,’ will ultimately serve as a memory, or perhaps be passed on to a friend.  But for now, I wear it proudly.

SWAY was fantastic.  I tried to catch Maks’ attention when he jumped off the stage and began pulling women from the audience to dance with him in the aisle.  Had it been Val, I would have stepped on people’s heads, taken them down, to get to him.  Think a Beatles concert…   But alas, I was too far from the aisle, and it was Maks, not Val, so even though I was itching to jump and shake my boobs and booty for the salsa song, I behaved. Still, getting to watch just a few feet from the stage was pretty awesome.

After the show, with press badge in hand, we pushed our way through to the step-and-repeat line for photos with the cast.  I’ve worked with a lot of high-profile celebrities and never, perhaps foolishly, did I ask to take a picture of them or have one taken with me. So the fact that I stood on line for an hour to get a celebrity photo was a different experience.  Totally uncool and unprofessional had I been working, yet completely to be expected as DWTS groupie!

The set-up was highly organized, with the house photographer using each person's phone or camera to take the picture.  The cast was incredibly generous engaging with the fans and it seemed that they truly enjoyed each other’s company and mutually shared respect.

I so wanted the picture to be perfect but hadn’t dressed for the occasion because who would have thought...  When it was my turn, with heart pounding from nervous excitement,  I told the cast I loved them all but loved Val the most. He blushed and gave me a big hug which was captured on camera and is now saved in multiple locations or multiple devices.  Perhaps it’s my imagination run wild, but I’m choosing to believe that he felt something too!

During this three-hour interlude, I stepped out of responsibility, ego, caring what anyone thought of my behavior, and was able to just be silly and have fun.  I was an adorning fan who let my short hair down and experienced life as a groupie.  It was exhilarating, energizing, and reminded me to not take things so seriously, to let go, be present, and know that my to do list will still get done.

I highly recommend finding and engaging in whatever inspires you to step away from the stranglehold daily responsibilities tend to keep us beholden to and just play, even if only for a few minutes.