Teen writer stills likes to 'Dance, Dance' to Fall Out Boy

March 07, 2011|By CASSIE BASFORD | Pulse correspondent

Pulse correspondent

Every girl has had that boy band in her teenage years who she absolutely went nuts over.

Back in the '60s, the teenage girls' hearts raced over The Beatles.

Now, it's all about Justin Bieber and his hair.

For me, it's always been about Fall Out Boy.

Fall Out Boy showed up on the map back in 2005 for their single "Sugar, We're Goin' Down." From there, girls (and even boys) between the ages of 13 and 25 were in love with these four boys from the outskirts of Chicago.

At first, I didn't really understand the hype or why anyone in the world would like them.

I saw them everywhere from my dad's iPod to the teeny-bopper magazines in the supermarket. I constantly questioned what people saw in them.

After that scorching summer, the frigid winter approached and I had found myself in bed watching television like on any other typically stale Sunday night. Flipping through channels, I had noticed "Big in '05," an awards show that aired on VH1. Being bored to tears, I figured this could be something to entertain me until I fell asleep.

Surprise, surprise — Fall Out Boy was considered one of the big bands in 2005.

As they were introduced to perform, I felt like this was going to cause some ear bleeding. What I predicted was somewhat correct, but watching them play reeled me in.

Being so young and inexperienced with seeing a wide range of bands performing, I was attracted toward how passionate they seemed to be when they were performing.

The music seemed to possess them almost.

After watching their entire performance, I wanted more. I wanted to see and hear more from these boys. They became a new obsession and I had now become another teenage- obsessed girl.

I searched everywhere trying to find out anything about Fall Out Boy.

From Google searches to looking in between the lines of the abundantly supplied nonsense in each teeny-bopper magazine, I was soon helping my mother spend money on all their albums and merchandise.

Although it seems I became obsessed with just the band itself, I adored their music more and more after each listen. Every lyric that I connected with was Sharpie indented on my black high-tops. They were more than a band to me. They were practically a religion.

Now that I'm 16 and have grown to not be so boy band obsessed, I still consider Fall Out Boy my favorite band.

I still decorate with their faces in my bedroom and from time to time I bring out the worn out T-shirts.

If I could pick any moments to relive in my life, most of moments would be Fall Out Boy related —from getting Joe Trohman's saliva all over my face, to standing out in the pouring rain for two hours just waiting to get past the gates of Merriweather Post Pavilion — those are the moments that feel most precious to me.

Those four boys are a large part of who I am today, and I couldn't be any happier to say Fall Out Boy was that band that made my heart race and sometimes even made it skip a beat. "Long live the car crash hearts."

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