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"  When an old friend connected with me over Facebook, she thought it would be cute to post some John Hughes\u2013esque high school pictures of us. They&amp;#039;re now de-tagged (of course), but it did jolt me back to our crazy, &amp;quot;fan&amp;quot;-tastic teenage years when we stalked our favorite bands when they&amp;#039;d perform in Toronto. (Tears for Fears, anyone?) I remember one school day (uh, I was &amp;quot;sick&amp;quot;) when, dressed in my New Romantics outfit\u2014ruffled blouse, trench coat, pointy boots\u2014and a copy of an album in hand, I waited in a long line at Music Express on Yonge Street for my one-minute autograph meet-and-greet with Spandau Ballet.  It gets better. The next year, obsessed with a new band called Culture Club, the same friend and I\u2014in matching fedoras, oversize shirts, and leggings\u2014combed every floor of the Four Seasons Hotel until we found a room with security posted outside. By sheer Degrassi High deduction, we knew this was it! It was where this lead singer\u2014a daring, braid-swinging, makeup-wearing chameleon who called himself Boy\u2014must be staying. We hid in a broom closet, and when the guard finally stepped away, we made our move.  While pounding on Boy George&amp;#039;s door, we could hear him singing. When he answered, we realized he was giving a mini concert for some kids from the local children&amp;#039;s hospital. He invited us to sit and join them, and in that surreal moment, I thought, I am so quitting school, because this is so much more fun. We scored front-row tickets to their concert, and I can officially say I was a Culture Club groupie from that point on. (Okay, minus the drugs and sex, and I never did quit school, but I still have that concert ticket stub!) Today, fanatics can find a piece of their idols online or at the nearest Disney store, but die-hard devotion to a favorite band&amp;#039;s style hasn&amp;#039;t changed. Nowadays, the equivalent of trying to look like the fourth member of Bananarama is masquerading as Britney&amp;#039;s decoy. So I dedicate this month&amp;#039;s column to all those who love the songs and the artist but don&amp;#039;t always hit the right style notes. Trust me, I&amp;#039;ve been there. You just won&amp;#039;t see it on Facebook. (Friend me if you don&amp;#039;t believe me.) "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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