I quickly got on a taxi so I could get back home as fast as possible. I was embarrassed. I was just going to be another woman who had a hook-up with John Taylor. I can't believe I let that happen, I'm barely 19 and I let the beautiful jawlined bass player of Duran Duran make out with me. I got back home, and climbed up the stairs as quietly as I could so my sister wouldn't suspect a thing.
The release of The Power Station album came, and I was surprised with the music, I actually enjoyed this album frankly, but I couldn't get the image of John out of my head. The next day, I sent out the photoshoot images and never had to hear from the band again.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
It was July, my still obsessed sister announced that Duran Duran would play at Live Aid. I dreaded the thought of going, just hearing a name related to John Taylor would trigger my thoughts about him. My parents made me take Sarah, so on the 12th we took a road trip to Philly.
The most exciting day in my sister's life had begun, 'Power Station where performing around noon, so we arrived at 11 am.
At the ticket booth, I suddenly saw the bands manager. I wanted to hide, but he immediately recognized me. He offered my fanatic sister and I some backstage passes if I could take some live shots of the band. Sarah had no idea why this man was so kind, so as we walked through the stadium I had to explain to her that I actually got booked to photograph the super group. She didn't believe me for a second, but at that point she didn't even care, she was about to scream and jump up and down
It was quite the coincidence that I had brought my camara with me. The show began, my sister almost fainted backstage, but I had to do my work and photograph at least one photo of each band member. I, very embarrassedly got on stage. Trying not to be noticed and take good pictures within the best of my ability was a hard task. I only needed to go to the corner of the stage to take my last photos, of the only band member left, John Taylor.
I kneeled down to get a good angle, and as I looked into the camara, the heavenly bass player winked at me. Had he recognized me? Was it for the photo? I quickly ran off stage to join my sister in the back. I tried to help her cope with the euforic energy she had, but she couldn't stop screaming.
The band finished playing and greeted the people backstage. They all waved at me, for some reason they recognized me. I showed them the tapes of their photos, and they where surprisingly happy with them. I sighed in relief, but I remembered I still had to cope through Duran Duran.
I was going back to the crowded stadium - since we didn't have permission to stay backstage for the other band performances - and I suddenly heard:
–"Hey, you"–
I turned around and John Taylor was running behind me. I told my sister to move along. I stayed frozen, I was about to run away from him. I couldn't be face to face with him ever again. He eventually reached me and said hello.
–"Hi John, um"– I doubtly greeted him.
–"Hey, your the photographer we had in March right?– Taylor asked
I replyed with a yes. He proceeded to apologize for our awkward hot encounter in the sofa- I did not want to be reminded of that- it would've never occurred to me that John was an apologetic dude.
–“Could you meet me backstage after Duran's performance?”– he seriously asked in his hot British accent.
I had to say no, this day was getting out of hand.
–“Yes, of course”– fuck why did I reply with that. I could not help myself.
Hearing this, John slipped a backstage pass in the pocket of my jacket and said –“See you later, darling”–.
I catched up with Sarah and waited till the evening for Duran. I've never seen someone fan girl so much-not even on T.V.
The concert had finalized and I drove my sister back to the hotel, I made up an excuse to tell her why I was going to go out that night.
I quickly got back in the car and drove to the John F. Kennedy Stadium. I checked to see if I had the pass John gave me-luckily I didn't lose it. I showed the guards the pass, and they let me in. I sat down on a chair there was and waited. How had I gotten into this mess?, I though.
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