WHEN YOU HEAR THIS SOUND A COMIN'.....

      Before moving forward with the next post, we thought it might be a good idea to add some personal information about ourselves to give our readers some context.  Particularly for anyone who didn't start at the beginning...

     While we were not "Glow Girls" then, we were already close friends.  We met when we were both 12  years old.  By the time our love affair with all things WHO began, we certainly had  history and longevity.  And, although we came from completely different backgrounds and locations, we both studied ballet in New York and were on the way to dancing on a professional level.  In fact we met during a summer dance program in upstate New York,  where  New York City Ballet resided during July and August.  Performing, exposure to the theater and large audiences was not unfamiliar ground.  Or so we thought...

     Ironically, we both ended up in the same high school in New York City a year later, and studied at one of  the most prestigious dance academies in the world.  There was little time for anything other than ballet classes and school. We still can't quite wrap our heads around the fact that we were so severely side tracked by what was nothing more than a teenage fantasy....or so it seemed then...

   It had been nearly a year since we had seen  Roger Daltrey larger than life on the top of that mountain in Tommy.     Yet there we were, at a Who concert in New York City...we stood in a sea of people... hundreds and hundreds of people...

Dear Roger.......

     There was never a moment that we didn't believe we would know Roger Daltrey...  When we put pen to paper to send that letter to him , we were very genuine in what we had to say.  It was a three page, single spaced, type written letter.  We explained in our letter to Roger that we were ballet dancers ....We were very serious students studying at a professional level in New York. We told him we were fellow artists.  We explained our kinship with the artistic endeavor.  It was ...over the top.

     We sent the letter as registered mail backstage to Madison Square Garden .  While hopeful,  we never really believed , it would ever get to him.  That's probably why we  poured our hearts when we wrote it.  It was cathartic.  We knew our paths would cross, but we didn't really believe the letter would be a part of it.

     So now fast forward, and  we are.....finally....at the foot of the stage.
 As we mentioned in our last post when The Who took the stage, everyone in front of us had stood on their seats, making it impossible for us to see anything!   We agree to jump the barricade that separates the first section of the orchestra from the back.  What happened after that was nothing short of magical.  It was other worldly... and it all happened so fast.  In that moment we didn't stop to think.  The only way to describe it is to say it was as if  a path had opened for us in the crowd. And that path led us to exactly where we wanted to be...where we needed to be.  When we finally had gone as far forward as we could go, we both looked up.  We could not believe we had arrived right in front of Pete Townshend's microphone.  There they were....and it was.....more than we can even describe.

     It was loud.  It was live.  It was REAL.  There they were...
THE FUCKING WHO!   Just as real, was the security guard that was standing in front of us. Our hearts beating a mile a minute, we could see by the look on his face that we were in trouble.  Did we really get that far only to be thrown out???? 

     That wasn't going to happen.  One of us decided to deal with him straight on.  It went something like this: " PLEASE. WE PROMISE TO BEHAVE. WE WILL NOT BE A PROBLEM TO YOU. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!! LET US STAND HERE.  PLEASE! " 

     Why that man let us stay, when everyone who crossed the line was thrown out we will never know.  But it left us in the front row of Madison Square Garden, and a stones throw from THE WHO! We were smack in front of Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend.  We could see them.  And they could definitely see us....