2004-04-28
11:55 p.m.

Still Our Buttercup

April 29, 2003 Sedaka Night

Everything changed that night.

Everything.

No matter how you felt about him up till that point, once he stepped foot on the stage for Buttercup, you knew that things would never be the same.

After his name is announced there is the usual applause, which politely dies down as he starts to sing. But then as he strides across the stage with such unexpected and breathtaking authority and lets out that first thrilling note, you hear a second roar from the audience. Not applause this time. No, it was more instinctive and primal than that, a wave of wordless sound, a collective orgasmic gasp/shriek/groan. In one line, he had that audience in the palm of his hand (or anywhere else he wanted them).

And those of us at home felt it, too. That was the night a sexy man in a suit looked through the television screen and said to us, "I'm gonna make you mine."

Once he had his way with us, he stomped his heel like a triumphant matador

This.

That hauntingly beautiful face.

No, nothing would ever be the same again.

--by Katynka, who fell that night. Hard.

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