I was positive I was going to be expelled from high school that night.
My fate was sealed. Beyond a shadow of a doubt. Eleven years of good behaviour down the drain in an instant...
...all because I held the distinguished position of "Social Convenor" on Student Council in 1977. That meant I was in charge of organizing pep rallies, social events and dances. Responsible for everything from paying bills to booking help, drawing posters and hanging banners.
For my first big school dance I had the incredible luck to sign an up-and-coming local rock band to play. A group that went on to sign with CBS and the producer for Aerosmith; their hits reaching platinum a few years later... but for reasons which shall become crystal clear later in this post, I'll decline to identify the band's name.
So the night of the big dance arrived. All the tickets were sold. The gym was decorated. The canteen was stocked and manned. The band had arrived but I still was freaking out that something could go wrong.
I met the four musicians at the door and directed them to the change rooms so they could get into their 70's platforms, sequined jumpsuits and rhinestone accessories. As their equipment was being set up, I supervised like a good Social Convenor should. Then the boys came out for a last-minute dress rehearsal.
And that's when I foresaw my Grade 11 butt getting ceremoniously booted out the front door of my Collegiate.
My life was over.
For as they joined me on stage to do the sound check, my eyes couldn't help but fall upon the lead singer and his er.... "revealing" one piece fish-net jumpsuit.
With nothing on underneath.
Except skin. Lots of skin.... and ... *shudder* ....hair.
Did I mention it was "revealing"????
Yup. I got me a full-frontal close-up show of the "man" himself.
My sixteen-year old mind went blank. I think I stammered something incomprehensible. I really can't recall. All I remember is dashing off the stage as the band returned to their dressing room.
I watched in horror as the gym quickly filled with my schoolmates, all excited to see the live band and dance the night away. They pushed their way to the front of the gym as I screamed inside my head "NO! Not so close!"
Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.
My teachers... the principal! They were all there too.
This can't be happening.
Then the show started, the band took the stage with the lead singer now sporting his guitar. A low-slung electric that thank God covered his.... er, not-so-privates. The lights went down and they rocked the night away.
That dance was the biggest social event in years.
And no one was the wiser... except the Band and the Social Convenor.
Obviously I never did tell anyone about the "show" I was privy to until I graduated. I may have been naiive, but I wasn't stupid. They couldn't kick me out of high school if I was already outta there.
But I'll never be able to listen to that band's music without the memory of that jumpsuit burned into my brain...
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