So this just happened …
It’s all in reference to Shmeila, who really does love So You Think You Can Dance to an obsessive level. I have no idea where she gets it.
Someday, when she’s on the show, it will be adorable for Kat Deeley to point out these tweets.
It was because of Glee that I created my Fanschmurl Twitter account. I needed a way to follow Lea Michele and Naya Rivera and yes, Cory Monteith, without the judgement of my IRL friends.
I found there something I’d hoped for: candid photos of cast members – selfies on set or vacay shots or dinners out. I found tweets between cast members confirming real BFF statuses. I found real people behind the silly show I really love.
And then I found something more.
There is this huge, passionate (some may say rabid) community of fans surrounding Glee. Real friendships formed online as soon as I professed myself a Gleek.
This weekend, I heard about Cory’s death while I was at a wedding. I had to put it away from myself. I didn’t have any access to technology at the time; I couldn’t find out more, or begin mourning with those who would understand. Others shook their head and said, ” too bad.” I just waited.
The next day, I gathered myself together to read the news sources properly. I read my texts. Even my IRL friends had texted me to give me the news. And then Twitter. It was crammed with speculation and sobs and obligatory well-wishes from disconnected celebs and out and out mourning from those in the know.
I found my people. My Gleek friends who have been with me since the beginning. We cried with each other – we who have never met. We thought about Lea, about Cory’s family. We wondered about the show. We are so sad. We hurt for his hurt.
There’s a closeness Twitter affords us with celebrities; an in to their worlds. I know where Cory was that night. I know too much. So to Gleeks – rabid fans – it feels like we lost a character, an actor, a friend.