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I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way!

When I was 12/13 years old I fell in love with a musician. Her music is everywhere and her followers are large, she's an icon. This woman's name is Lady Gaga. My relationship with her and her music wavered in 2011 because I was going through a time in my life that I subconsciously thought I had to change myself for other people. So from 2008-2011 Gaga sustained me. I was a scared, sad, lost girl with a wonderful family and a handful of friends and her music. I remember sitting in Design Tech on my own and everyone else was singing Boys, Boys, Boys and I just mouthed the words along.

Stumbling across Gaga on a music channel was one of the best things I could have done. I joined twitter because of her, to join in with a trending hashtag ('#gagahasmyheart'). As a girl with no confidence I found something to feel confident about through her music; she didn't fit in, I didn't fit in. She was confident and hot and hella fierce and through her I learned to be that, on my own in my own special way. I remember finding out she was playing a gig near me on my 14th birthday and I was so sad that I missed out on my chance to see her.

I came to university having began to love her music again (2012/2013 time) and Phil fueled that love a lot. We got her new album together and then she announced her tour. I got up at 7am on a cold, crisp spring morning, bought coffee for us and headed over to Phil's. We bought the tickets for her Birmingham show. That's next week.

I am going to be seeing Lady Gaga live next week. Thirteen year old me would be beaming with joy right now.

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