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Superwoman’s cape. It’s the pulse
of life.
    I am not a musician.
I can’t play an instrument and you don’t want to hear me sing. What I am is a
fan. Over time, I’ve evolved into what some would (and do) call a fangirl. For
some artists, I am considered a SUPERFAN. Titles don’t bother me.
    Every year, I
dedicate a portion of this site to my tour experiences. I’ve covered everyone
from Nicki Minaj and John Mayer to Cash Myers and Beyoncé. These “Road
Sessions” have been noticed by the artists themselves because they give a true
account of the fan experience.
    However,
since music is also the threat that weaves together friends and relationships,
it doesn’t give a complete account of the fan experience. Through the power of
music, I’ve met the most incredible people all over the world. Fans like me who
not only hear the music, but also embrace it. We let it in and allow it to
touch the deepest parts of our souls.
    The power of
song is magical. At times, music has transported me to a place where my
insecurities didn’t matter. Lyrics have taught me lessons that my parents
failed to teach. Songs have empowered me to become the woman that I am today.
    We all have
those significant moments in life that we mark with a song, a movie, or even a
book. My significant moments can always be linked back to a Cash Myers song.
His words and melodies have propelled me through the most difficult moment in
my life. His songs thwarted a suicide attempt and encouraged me to be better
than the person who hurt me. Cash Myers music is the soil in which my
relationship with my best friend was planted and has flourished into a
beautiful friendship that I guarantee will last forever.
    I come from a
family of intellectuals and I will always be “just a blogger” to them. But I
also remember a lyric that said, “I will be more than what you expect of me
because my greatness you will never see.”
    There were so
many times when I wanted deactivate this site and find a job that would pay my
rent without me having to survive on hot dogs and frozen French fries. There
have been times that I feel like I’m going to be single forever, but it comes
back to a song lyric that reassures me that I’m not.
    That is the
power of song. That is why people grow attached to artists in a way that may
seem unnatural or even “crazy” to others. We’re given labels such as fangirl
and SUPERFAN that brings on a negative connotation that isn’t fair. Music isn’t
just something we hear in the elevator or on the radio. It isn’t something that
we just dance to at parties. It’s a part of our being. We’re not crazy or
obsessed.
    We just
believe in music the way some people believe in fairy tales.
     
    ****
    The next morning, I walked into the kitchen for my coffee,
Phoebe and Joey trailing behind me. Troy was already gone, but there was a
Post-It on the microwave.
    Loved the post about Cash. I get it now. I hope he sees
it.
    xoxo
    Troy
    I smiled to myself as I took my Starbucks and went down to
my office. I’m happy that Troy gets it, but my piece wasn’t really about Cash.
It would be nice if he saw it though.
    While my desktop was booting up, I took my work phone off
the charger and logged into my social media manager. I had over fifty messages
in my Facebook box, hundreds of Twitter direct messages, and ninety-five
messages on tumblr.
    What the hell?
    Before I even attempted to tackle that mess, I called Amy to
wish her Happy Birthday. She answered on the first ring.
    “Hey Savannah Banana!” she screamed in my ear.
    “Happy Birthday Amy!” I shouted. “Did you get my gift yet?”
    “I did! I can’t believe you sent me thirty pairs of skater
socks! I love them!”
    “Good. So, what did I miss on the east coast? Something had
to have happened. My Twitter and Facebook are crazy right now. Any news?”
    “You’re the news, Banana,” Amy answered.
    “What?”
    Amy went on to tell me that our entire group had read my editorial
and