I was there.I was at your West Palm Beach,Florida concert on November of 2007.I touched your shoes from up the stage while you sing my favorite song "What It Takes".
But you didn't talk to me or invite me backstage.
Not even a wave.
Or a wink.
Nothing!
You just played your songs and flirt with those blondes as if I wasn't around...
I talked to my husband and he says it is OK if you come to our house for dinner.
I know there are other rich, powerful, beautiful celebrities with perfect faces and drop dead gorgeous bodies around you.But you know what? ....they aren't me.
They don't know every single word to all of your songs.
They don't google you, collect your albums and watch you on youtube and American Idol....OBSESSIVELY.
They don't join the Aerosmith fan club.
They don't download your APPSOLEWDLY apps.
They don't have the same shirt like what you wear here. (By the way,I got the red one too)
They don't accept your mistakes.
They don't like it when you wear black nail polish.
They don't think it's cool when you joined the American Idol.
But me? I don't judge. I accept you for who you are.
I know you were busy and had a lot on your mind and maybe you were being a bit shy or playing hard to get...But I didn't want much. Just a "HELLO" would have been nice.
And accepting my offer for a dinner with my hubby in our house would have been even better.
Maybe next time you're in Florida?
Love,
Super Ganda
PS: Happy Birthday
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