I just paid $90 to go to the NKOTB Concert. Yeah, that's right, $90! I didn't pay $90 because they are amazing musicians or performers. I paid $90 because they remind me of my childhood!
Just like any normal girl who grew up in the late 80s/early 90s, New Kids on the Block was my favorite band. I knew every word to every song. I owned every piece of New Kids paraphernalia that I could get my little hands on. Joey McIntyre was my favorite New Kid. I had a huge poster of him on my bedroom door, because my mom would not let me hang posters on my wall. Every night before, I went to bed, I would kiss him goodnight.
I went to ultimate extremes to see the New Kids. I went to my first New Kids concert in a limo, and me and my friends pretended that we were Donnie Wahlberg's cousins. And there were people who actually believed us!
The ultimate though, was when I wrote a letter to the New Kids and told them that I was dying of cancer, and that my only dying wish was to meet them in person. I don't know how that one didn't work, but I got no response from that.
Now, at 28, I am attempting once again to see the New Kids on the Block, and I will scream my head off just like I was 12 years old again. I can't wait.
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