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Fame – By Melanie C
Spice Girl, singer.
It’s me, Sporty – the one who did the back flips, has the nineties tats and wore the trackies.
You’re not going to get me complaining about my life – it’s brilliant. I know some people complain about the attention – but I wanted to be famous from the start. Like the rest of the Spice Girls I learnt very early on that you can’t take one slice of the pie when it comes to fame. You have to eat the whole thing.
Sure, it’s a weird thing to get your head round at first – I struggled with many aspects of being in the public eye but after 20 years, motherhood and lots of therapy I’m more at peace with the reality of achieving my childhood ambition.
Let’s have a think about the word ‘celebrity’ in the old days. Remember when a little bit of mystery and intrigue ensured our famous faces were true stars. When we didn’t know what they were eating via social media, where they were or who they were hanging out with? Those were the glory days of the modern celebrity world I adored.
There was glamour, excitement and you looked at your idols in a completely different way.
If I wasn’t who I am I’d never be on social media – the entire thing bothers me. Don’t get me wrong – I get it and the power it holds is essential in our modern day world. But I am a child of the 80’s. My first albums were The Kids from Fame, Wham’s Fantastic and Madonna’s Like a Virgin.
Those were my idols – they were famous, talented and ground breaking. That’s what I wanted to be. I wanted to sing, dance and I longed for the world to ‘remember my name’.
My understanding of fame growing up was that it was an enticing by-product of being successful and celebrated for what you do with the God given talent you hope and believe you have. The ability to move, connect with and entertain people on stage enthralled me.
My imagination as a teen stretched quite far. I wanted the Madonna ‘can’t jog in the park without people running alongside me’ situation. Thousands of screaming fans outside my hotel. The Michael Jackson being mobbed at the airport type fame. You know, people shaking and crying because they just met you and BOY did I get it.