The Fan

Adam Sadd was the frontman for

A group called ‘Rising Star’,

They said he came from a gypsy clan

And he played a wild guitar,

He wore a couple of bracelets

And a ring, or maybe two,

His hair was black as a raven’s coat

And his eyes a piercing blue.

 

He’d written the anthem ‘Metalman’

That soared on up the charts,

The group had only played dance halls

And a clutch of seedy bars,

But once their records were charting

They were called to go on tour,

And suddenly they were in front of crowds

That yelled and screamed for more.

 

And down in the auditorium

Was a girl with bright red hair,

She screamed and cried, and she fixed her eyes

In a wild and crazy stare,

The frontman saw her at every show

And began to ask his fans:

‘Who is that crazy redhead, she’s

Beginning to bug me, man!’

 

She followed the group from state to state,

From one gig to the next,

And Adam said to the other guys:

‘I think I’m being hexed!

All I can see is flame red hair

And a pair of piercing eyes,

How can she get to every show?

She makes me fluff my lines!’

 

She stormed the backstage more than once

With a hundred of her kind,

But couldn’t get past the bouncers ‘til

The van left them behind,

‘Maybe you ought to let her in,’

Said the bassman, Charlie Jones,

‘Then you can say you hate red hair

And she might leave you alone.’

 

Back home again in his city flat

She was there, outside his wall,

She hung right over the garden gate,

Would stand and stare and call,

He’d have to leave by the laundry door

And jump a fence or two,

Just to get to the supermart

Or share a drink with the crew.

 

One night, returning in darkness

She waylaid him in the hall,

Swung him round by his collar, then

And pinned him against the wall.

‘What do you want, you crazy bint,

You’re there at every show,

One thing I hate is redheads! There!

I thought you ought to know!’

 

‘What do I care?’ the girl replied,

Whose name she said was Eve,

‘The reason I go to every show

Is to see the drummer, Steve!

And there at the front in every show,

All I can see is you,

The drums are up the back of the stage,

And you keep blocking my view!’

 

Now when you go to see ‘Rising Star’

You’ll see there’s been a change,

The frontman stands away to the left,

The drums are in centre stage,

A redhead beams with her piercing eyes

While Adam scans the crowd,

A bevy of blondes and black haired girls

That would make a gypsy proud.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[redflutterby]

Lol....sounds to me like you may have run across a few crazy redheads in your life. Really we are not that bad. Its just when we focus our fiery intensity on someone we will move heaven and earth to reach them. And maybe kick a little front man a*s in the process!! Thanks for the chuckle.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Satirical and witted within context, well done, good read.

[hundi]

almost sounds like a personal experience / good job

[The Gero]

Oh to be stalked. Very funny this - congrats...

[Veronica Chandler]

I almost got a whiplash from the twisted plot, and I am laughing out loud. When I read your work it sounds like song and story all at once. Such a pleasure David.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Loved the twist in this story.

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Eve was searching for her Adam...
Loved the comeuppance of the 'star' of the group ;-)
Wonderful wordplay from the wizard of words :-)
Excellent.
~pat

[Valentine]

Terrrific write..and he got told..she wasn't even interested in him..I like it when you make me laugh as these days I find so little to laugh about..Kathie

[Kenilo Kent]

Oh I got your message! Just what I needed. Thank you.

[Tate Morgan]

being in favor of read heads myself i can understand. Its about time drummers got their due .