Read Poem: Starstruck – by Talia

My whole life cycle devoted to you, my teen pop idol.
Your poster giving me a vision,
worshipping you is my decision.
Say a prayer? For albums, fragrances, what you wear.
More and more possessions, to feed my obsession.
Get my daily fix -following your tricks –
on Twitter. Today, two concert tickets on offer.

Into the crowded arena, go me and Tina.
Back row? Mmm…don’t know.
Friend soon forgotten, jockeying for position,
battle waged, finally make it to the stage.
So near yet so far, from a real, live superstar!
Went the extra mile, now flash me your rock-star-smile.

Glorious vocal powers, for two whole hours.
Not quite the end of the show, but really gotta go.
Time to be teenage and sneak backstage.
Unpick the locks, nick purple, designer jocks
Got all I need, ready to speed, swing around, go back underground.

Tina long since left the dome. Cold and alone, hours to get home.
Fumbling with keys in the dark, thinking he’s just broken my heart.
Open the back door and –
LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION! (Wow! What a reaction!)
The Spotlight -on me? (OMG!)
Once anonymous civilian, now one-in-a-million!

Out of the blinding lights, a figure comes forward… (Oh dear, this is awkward!)
Immobilised, I stand.
Purple tufts sticking out of my clamped hand.
The hit-maker chimes:
“You’ve got something of mine. But that’s fine.”
He flashes me his rock star smile.
We pose with his purple – school file.
“SURPRISING A FAN … PRICELESS!”