FAME: WHEN A SONG AND OTHER THINGS ARE RUINED
The David Bowie Association Game/Is it any wonder I reject you first?
- •It was ninth period and we were in the back corner of a crowded study hall.
- •I was helping him review for a test.
- •I shouldn't have been there. He wanted to be a couple, I didn't--and to say he harassed me would be an understatement. I didn't know how to deal with it, though, and sometimes just agreeing to be helpful was the easiest way.
- •Because it was the last period of the day, the school administrators would sometimes come on the PA system with announcements. Other times, they would play a video to promote a specific club or event.
- •On this day, they featured a student-created film about a recent club retreat I'd attended with about 20 other students. I'd had so much fun.
- •The video was set to David Bowie's "Fame." I couldn't wait to watch it.
- •In one of the frames, you could see me, sitting on a hotel bed between two of my classmates, both male. Friends. I watched myself smile at the camera, then wave.
- •"It's not your brain, it's just the flame."
- •I smiled back at the television, or I suppose, at the memory, and then I turned to my friend. Still smiling.
- •"Fame, fame, fame, fame."
- •And he slapped me. In the face. Jealous.
- •I don't know if anyone saw. I ran out into the hall and hid behind the classroom door. I wasn't afraid, I was just...surprised. And embarrassed.
- •I could still hear the song from there.
- •"It's mine, it's mine, it's just his line"
- •I stayed until the bell rang.
- •It took me a long time to move past embarrassment and get really mad about that.
- •But only five minutes to hate that song forever.