During an appearance on Huff Post Live Joey McIntyre opened up about being the youngest and latest member to join the 90s boy band New Kids On The Block. McIntyre was brought in to replace ex-member Jaime Kelley, who left after just six months. He joined Donnie Wahlberg, Danny Wood, and brothers Jonathan and Jordan Knight, who had grown up with Kelley in the same Massachusetts town.
“I was from another town…I was from community theater, kind of a middle class kid,” he explained. “These guys were like pretty tough street kids… It was tough to fit in for a while. I mean, I was tiny.”
Joey McIntyre was 12 when he joined the band. When I was that age I was trying to come to terms with getting my period. I already had large boobs I would try to mask in snowflake covered turtlenecks. I had a hard time keeping food out of my large metal braces. One of my front teeth became discolored after I was hit in the face with a fiberglass field hockey ball. I didn’t want to bring my friends to my house because my stepfather didn’t wear underwear. I was always afraid he would ask them to “chip in” and mow the lawn or gather all the pool supplies in the crawl space in our basement. I had one large eyebrow and spent hours choreographing Taylor Dayne inspired dance routines no one would ever see. I get it, man.
I could have been there for “my Joey” as I liked to refer to him when talking (or kissing) the band’s poster on my closet door. I would have run my press on nails through his Aqua Net sprayed hair. I would have ironed his stonewashed jean shorts. I would have kept his fedora in a special box. I could have waited outside the tour bus at the Spectrum in Philadelphia after his 1989 show so I could have dabbed a cold washcloth on his sweaty forehead instead of just going home with Mindi Jackson’s parents.
If only I had done a better job stalking him we could have found each other. I could have helped him feel more confident. Then we could have eventually married and had the wedding I had always dreamed of.
He would stand at the end of a confetti covered aisle in a white tuxedo alongside his band mates. I would greet him at the altar in my taffeta mermaid gown, my hair permed and pulled up half way with a banana clip. My 12 bridesmaids would stand behind me in peach strapless dresses with turquoise patent leather heels. The ceremony would culminate with a performance of Naughty Girls Need Love Too by Samantha Fox.
At our wedding reception he would caress my face and then place his index finger on my silver city pink tinted lips. His bandmates would suddenly appear behind him and they would break into a routine that would include various props such as windmills, top hats, and glitter blow up guitars. To display our very deep love for each other I would race to him (in my taffeta Mermaid gown) and he would lift me into the air like the scene from Dirty Dancing. Our guests (which would include the cast of Wonder Years and Whitney Houston) would stand up and cheer and beg for us to do it all one more time. “We must go now,” my new husband would explain. And then he would pick up the train of my gown and lift me into a white Cabriolet. I would pretend it didn’t bother me that we probably weighed the same size and therefore he may have thrown out his back. We would wave to our guests, which would include the entire cast of Wonder Years and Whitney Houston, and drive off into the sunset.
Is it too late to make this happen?
* Kate Casey is a Pop Culture Lover. PR Pro. Mom. Comedy nerd. Celebrity gossip fan. Follow her on Twitter @KateCasey