A few months ago, I received a package in the mail. I order stuff online all the time, so this is nothing unusual; however, this package contained something I would have never expected. If you follow me on Instagram and/or Facebook, you may have already seen the photos and read the story, but just in case, I’ll give a recap here. The package contained 3 rock band t-shirts: an XL Evanescence, a 2X Halestorm, and a 3X Evanescence. There was a sweet, type-written note inside the package from an unnamed person saying they weren’t sure of my size, but wanted to get me something to wear to a concert should these bands ever return to my area. Now, a few weeks earlier, Evanescence and Halestorm were at a venue a mere hour away from where I live. I’ve loved Evanescence since they came on the scene my freshman year at Emmanuel College, and I discovered Halestorm later on, so I was super excited to see these bands together. I ended up not being able to get off work, so I didn’t get to attend the concert. Honestly, I don’t even remember who I told about it because it’s not like I had been planning it for months or anything. I’m a bad fan, and only found out about the concert maybe a week earlier. Sure, it was disappointing, but no big deal. The point being, I have zero idea who would have bought those shirts for me or even known about me missing the concert. Whoever you are, thank you again! The Halestorm shirt is the only one I wear “out” since my actual size is a 2X, but I sleep in the 3X Evanescence shirt, and hope to someday overcome the weight gain from 21 years of medication and jacked-up hormones and fit into that XL (bonus that they are the most comfortable shirts I have ever had hands-down).



If I had been a “good fan,” I would have known well in advance that this concert was taking place and made appropriate plans to attend. I have listened to and enjoyed their music for years, but as previously mentioned, I’ve never been one to buy band merch or really even know much about the bands other than the fact that I enjoy their music. Case in point… I thought Evanescence had 2 female singers when I first started listening to their debut album Fallen back in 2003. I even had pictures in my mind of what they looked like, and tried to guess which one was singing at what time during the songs! It wasn’t until about a year or so later when I bought my own copy of the CD that I saw photos of the band members, realized there was only one girl, and felt like an idiot. Why it had never occurred to me that she probably sang her own harmonies is still beyond my ability to reason. Now, I am pretty sure that I bought an Evanescence poster from the Book Fair my first year teaching and hung it up in my classroom behind my desk, but I honestly can’t remember. That was 15 years ago, after all.
I sort of looked into Halestorm a bit during my 4th year teaching. See, back in college, I studied Music Education. Music Ed is the redheaded-step-child of any college’s education department. I don’t think anyone intends for it to be, but it is. Most of my classes (even education-specific classes) were held in the music hall, but on one of those rare occasions when I had a class in the ed building, we were given an assignment to create a theme for a classroom. I don’t remember what class it was or the specifics of the assignment (again, this was over 15 years ago, and I’ve had crazy hormone meds, a hysterectomy, age, and a concussion working against my memory), I just remember needing to use a theme. I knew that since I was up against all these cutesy, creative Elementary Ed majors, I had to come up with something really amazing. It was not a competition, but to ME it was! Haha! I got the idea to do a play off my name and use “HaleStorm” as my theme, saying that Ms. Hale’s class will take the world by storm! It was even more cool because doing elementary school music, I would have every child in the school, proving the point that ALL the kids will take the world by storm! I had all kinds of storm-related stuff to use for the assignment. One of my artistic friends perfectly sketched out my vision of a tornado with music symbols flying around in it for a bulletin board, I had hail stones falling from a storm cloud for my word wall, and all kinds of stuff. It looked great! Anyway, I ended up with the best theme for the assignment, so score one for Music Ed! 😊 After college, I got into Special Education, and that’s what I’ve done my whole career; I’ve never taught music professionally. So being in SPED, I shared a classroom my first 3 years teaching, so it wasn’t until my 4th year in 2010-2011 when I finally had the opportunity to use that “HaleStorm” theme. I was teaching online that year (this was before online teaching was a major thing like it is now), so I had to condense it down a bit. I made a cool flyer with the HaleStorm theme, introducing myself to my new colleagues, students, and their parents. Someone replied back to my welcome message saying that they loved that band and asked if I was related to them. Umm.. band? What band? Like most people in the age of Google, the first thing I did was enter “HaleStorm” into the popular search engine. I quickly found them; and with the question that person asked about us being related at the front of my mind, I took one look at frontwoman Lzzy Hale and literally laughed out loud. I wish! Haha! NO ONE in my family is that cool (no offense fam, I love you all!) 😊 I spent a few minutes reading about the brother/sister dynamic and listening to a few sound clips, but I was deflated. I thought, “Well, dang it. I can’t use this theme anymore since it’s probably copyrighted or trademarked, and I’m not trying to get sued.” I bought a copy of one of their CDs as my sort of “oops, I didn’t know” penance, and I never used that theme for my classroom again. It’s okay, though, because I actually ended up liking the band.

I think my favorite song from HaleStorm is the one titled “Mz. Hyde” off their 2012 The Strange Case Of… album, which was their second album. Guitarist, keyboardist, and frontwoman, Elizabeth (known professionally as Lzzy), and her brother, drummer Arejay, said in an interview that their second album contains some of the more “aggressive” songs that are faster, powered by heavy guitar riffs, and where Lzzy does some scream-singing; and then there are some of the more lyrical ballad type songs, which were more “intimate and personal” for Lzzy. These vastly different sounds don’t typically mesh well when putting together a cohesive record, but the song “Mz. Hyde” is what brought everything together—the heavy and the light—with that perfect homage to the classic book, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. One thing I have picked up on with Lzzy Hale and her lyrics is that most of them are not literal, but are more metaphorical or open for interpretation, so they could really mean anything at all. They are most definitely a PG-13 or higher kind of band so far as lyrics go a lot of the time, but what I take away from “Mz. Hyde” isn’t that literal Jekyll/Hyde, Good Girl/Bad Girl, or whatever sort of thing. According to the interview, for Lzzy, “Mz. Hyde” is sort of her shy, reserved side verses her on-stage rockstar, powerhouse side. For me, my two sides are “Mary Beth” and “Ms. Hale”: the loser, and the awesome. The what I am, and the what I wish I was.
It makes me sad that my colleagues from the school system I worked for prior to my departure to recover more fully from the concussion and other obnoxious health ordeals, will never know who “Ms. Hale” really is. I was coming back into the classroom after a 7-year absence wherein I assisted my parents in North Carolina (where after teaching just one year found out that they wouldn’t accept my Georgia teaching certificate). I am thankful for the time with my parents, and all of the good that came from my time up there, but the biggest thing that happened while I was away from Georgia, was that I went right back to being the Mary Beth from high school. Before I went to Emmanuel College, I was the biggest loser ever, and kind of afraid of people. People made me extremely nervous. I thought I could hold on to all the progress I made from living in Georgia, but it didn’t take long for the curse of that NC town to overtake me again. After 8 years of that, coming back home to Georgia was a huge adjustment again. I had forgotten how to interact with people, and had lost all my confidence. I thought stepping back into my “Ms. Hale” character would help, and it did a little bit. I didn’t feel fully confident or free to be that full version of myself initially because it had been such a long time since “Ms. Hale” had been active. I had to re-learn particulars of Special Education and navigate a different teaching setup/environment than I had ever experienced previously, so I was more focused on that and making sure the kids got everything they needed. The following year, I thought I was starting to gain some of that old confidence back, but when I tried to be full “Ms. Hale” again, it just blew up in my face. Then I tripped over a desk, knocked myself out, and now “Ms. Hale” is right back in storage again. The “Ms. Hale” character of-old could do absolutely anything. When I turned into “Ms. Hale,” I was a completely different person. Fearless (except when it comes to bees, of course). She had strong classroom management skills, lessons that were creative yet practical, and even received what I consider to be the highest compliment a teacher can get: parents asked for the younger siblings of current students to be placed in her classroom for the next year. The superintendent of the school system even came to see Ms. Hale on her last day to thank her for good work, apologize for the budget cuts that took her job, and to let her know that she was welcome to use him as a reference anywhere she went in the future. She was fun and crazy, sure, but she was also just a very good teacher. Students met and exceeded goals, gained confidence they had not previously felt, and learning became something they “got” to do instead of something they “had” to do. Her colleagues always had positive things to say about her teaching methods and style, and even though she had to ask a lot of questions, all of her paperwork was always done correctly and turned in on time. But that Ms. Hale had to be found again. After the time in NC, she didn’t just come back to life right away. This in-limbo Ms. Hale was really just lame old Mary Beth, but she dang well made sure that the kids always got quality instruction and had everything they needed. But that old “Ms. Hale” never found her way back. She’s still out there somewhere, and I am excited to find her again someday. I always felt like “Ms. Hale” was the best part of me, and who I wish I could be all the time because she was so great and well-liked. Mary Beth and Ms. Hale are two sides of the same person. My version of Jekyll and Hyde, or HaleStorm’s “Mz. Hyde.”
People often associate various trials and hardships in life with the story of Job in the Bible. Hopefully none of us has literally had all our livelihood, faithful assistants, and children all be ripped from us in a matter of minutes (Job 1:13-22). Then soon after come down with the most painful physical ailment we’ve ever dealt with (Job 2:7). And on top of all that, add insult to injury by having your spouse and friends tell you it’s all your own fault (Job 2 – pretty much the rest of it). Yeah, hopefully none of us have literally had that suckfest, but we all have our own unique trials in life where the story of Job (and how he never lost faith in or blamed God, and how God restored everything back to him even more than he had before—Job 42:10-17) can help us through our hard times. Nothing is ever lost forever. I’m sure I’ll find “Ms. Hale” again in some way, and maybe in a different way or even better than before. I don’t literally have to have the same experience to take something away from the story of Job, just like I don’t literally have to have the same experience with the lyrics of “Mz. Hyde” to take something away from it.

I’m a bad fan in the sense that I can’t tell you what city Lzzy and Arejay Hale grew up in, what their favorite colors are, or how they came to know their fellow bandmates, but does that really make me a bad fan? Am I less of a fan just because I don’t know those things without having to look them up? Does not knowing random facts and trivia make me enjoy their music less, hinder me from buying a ticket to their concerts, or proudly wearing the t-shirt that was sent to me in the mail? Definitely not! There are plenty of radio show hosts, podcasters, and bloggers who can give you all the trivia and info on whatever band you can name, yet will openly admit that they don’t much care for that band’s music. Trivia doesn’t make you a fan; loving and feeling connected to the art and artist is what makes you a fan.
I feel like there is a big difference between being a spectator and being a true fan. It’s like that in our relationship with God, too. You don’t have to know all the ins and outs and all the things about Jesus to love Him, just like I don’t have to know every little thing about Lzzy Hale to like and appreciate her work. However, learning more about the people we enjoy makes them feel more relatable and love them more. Now that I missed that epic Evanescence/Halestorm concert, I’ve joined their fan clubs so it wont happen again, and I’ve been reading up on them and their music because it is making me enjoy it on another level as I learn more about it. Similarly, once you come to know Jesus and spend time with Him, the more you will want to know about Him, and your relationship with Him will grow and flourish the more you learn. I can’t tell you everything about God, but I’m a fan, and I love Him, so I want to find out as much as I can! The more I learn about Jesus, the cooler He becomes and the more I want to know more. Psalms 122:1 says, “I was glad when they said to me, ‘Let us go to the house of the LORD.’” The book of James chapter 4 verse 8 says, “Come close to God, and God will come close to you.” We have front row VIP all-access passes to God! As Christians, we should want to be an active participant in a relationship with Him. I mean, who is cooler than God?! Look at all the wonders He has created, all the amazing things He has done! And He wants to hang out with ME?! What?!!! That is so incredible when you think about it… I mean, whoa…
I love Jesus, and I want to be a good reflection of Him. Does that always happen? HA! That’s a negative, Ghost Rider. As I have frequently said over the course of these blogs, that is just an unfortunate side effect of being human. But I want to be God’s biggest fan because He is mine. I want to be more than a spectator or the radio announcer with a list of facts and trivia. I don’t want to be a fake fan. I want to be a true fan and have an active relationship with the One Who loves me even though I don’t deserve it and can never earn it. He loves me just because I am me. He loves my “Ms. Hale” side just as much as He loves my “Mary Beth” side. Hmm… maybe I shouldn’t call “Mary Beth” a loser, then. What about you? Are you a spectator or a true fan? Do you have two (or more) sides to you? Is some part of you different than how it used to be? Is there something in you that you want to change? “Mary Beth” and “Ms. Hale” may have different methods of expression and different personalities, but when it comes down to it, Mary Beth Hale—the whole of me—loves Jesus, and I can be confident in His love for me. When I feel like a bad fan, He doesn’t see me that way. Just like if I were to ever attend a meet-and-greet with Lzzy Hale, she’s not going to check to see if I know everything about her life and music… she’s going to give me a hug, let me take a photo with her, and thank me for coming (well, that’s what it looks like on YouTube anyway). I may miss things sometimes, but God is always looking out for me. And He does the same for you.







