So, I finally did it — I wrote my eBook about the Return to Love Tour. You know, the Supremes’ big reunion moment that was supposed to be all glitter, gowns, and girl power. And let me tell you, I poured my Motown-loving heart into that book. The history, the drama, the tea — I gave it all.
Then it happened.
Ding. One review. One star.
Now, here’s the gag — the person who wrote it? We’re in the same Supremes fan group. SAME GROUP. We’ve liked the same posts, commented on the same photos of Diana in sequins, probably sang the same Supremes songs in the shower… and yet here we are.
The review? Oh honey, it was shady with a capital S. Like they wrote it while clutching their “Mary Was My Favorite” mug and side-eyeing me the whole time.
At first? I was heated. I was ready to get in the group chat and say, “Oh, so we’re doing THIS now?” But then I remembered — the fans of the Supremes can be… how do I put this politely? A bit much. Passionate. Devoted. Ready to fight over whether Flo’s mic was on in that one 1965 clip.
So I had to take a deep breath, sip my tea (out of my “Stop! In the Name of Love” mug), and remind myself: Let go, let God.
Because here’s the truth — one review, even a messy one from someone who probably still has VHS tapes of “Hullabaloo” on a shelf, isn’t going to stop me. I’m still writing about the Supremes. I’m still writing about Motown Records. And I’m still here for the sequins, the shade, and the stories.
If anything, that one-star review just gave me more fuel. You think that’s going to shut me up? Please. My next book is about to be even juicier. The Motown tea will be boiling hot. I might even dedicate a chapter to “fan club politics” — because if you’ve never been in the middle of a Supremes fan feud, you haven’t lived.
So thank you to my one-star reviewer. You’ve just guaranteed that my next Motown project is going to be bigger, better, and even messier.
Stay tuned, because the Motown train is still rolling… and I’ve got plenty of stories left to tell.
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