It's the game of life. Do I win or do I lose? One day they're gonna shut the game down. I gotta have as much fun and go around the board as many times as I can before it's my turn to leave. Tupac Shakur

You might wonder what I thought of, wondered, imagined during the times I went off to conduct my interviews......sometimes I thought of how I should pose my questions, or how the person or people would be.....and the majority of the time I tried on a million outfits....I am still a mujer. Though silly.....my all black wardrobe and choice had to be practical. I had to carry the camera, my notebook, and a water. I don't know why I would bother playing dress up. My staple shoe choice was combat boots, leggings, and a black shirt. Seldom, I dressed up.

I wore jewelry during the interview, and once I followed them into the venue I had nothing but the camera and my camera bag. I kinda wished now I would have changed from the boots to some sneakers and been more casual. 

One of the few times I dressed up I was interviewing Los Nuevos Rebeldes. I wore a little black dress and heels. It was a nice hot day, and they arrived early. Their management (this is right before DEL Records acquired them) told me to go get them. Off I drove to their hotel. The poor dudes were barely getting off their van when I pulled up and said...."let's go!" Perhaps because I kidnapped them and forced them into my running vehicle they had no choice but to let this crazy mujer take them, although to be fair it took a lot of me insisting and shoving to get them in the car. 

We were only 5 minutes away from the restaurant that I conducted almost all my interviews at, and arrived quickly to get them dinner and do my interview. 

I had the two singers with me and one of their staff people. The guys reluctantly ordered and we began to have the usual conversation that resemble awkward blind dates. A lot of so how long have you been doing this? Where are you from? What's your favorite color? Just kidding on the last one, but pretty much breaking the ice types of scenarios.

I was sitting next to Isaac, and at the head of the table was Jesus Manuel. My friend was joining me for this interview Ms. Alyssa. Their staff Enrique sat across from us. 

I spent a long time with them for the interview, they invited us to their practice/sound check and we parted ways so that they could go get ready. Just listening to them was amazing. You could tell that this group had presence and music came easily to each and everyone of them. 

We came back and sat with them in their van while we waited for them to get on the stage in a small venue in South Tucson. 

The place was packed for Los Rebeldes, the music filled the room and the concert was on! I zig zagged my way through the whole venue, keeping myself and my camera out of the way of fans/spectators. I loved the shiny outfits they had on. The outfits are one of these e things I photograph a lot during my interviews. I find them very homoerotic. Very Liberace. 

I lose track of time when I'm filming, the minutes pass and the hours tick on. I am utterly shocked when the singer/group finishes their set and they come off stage. 

I have the fondest memories of interviewing and filming Los Nuevos Rebeldes. The full afternoon they gave me was very much appreciated. They could have easily had their meal, gave me short answers and asked to be dropped off at the hotel. Instead we spent hours chatting and having long wonderful dialogues. 

However,  the  interview is significant because at one point in the night while I was filming them closeup a fan/viewer grabbed my camera, and at the same time grabbed me. I looked straight at Isaac's eyes....while  this male had my breasts in his hands. I stopped filming, and walked to Alyssa. I remember staring at her too. I

After the incident I left outside and put my equipment away. Los Rebeldes got off stage. They met me outside. I thanked them whole heartedly and Isaac pulled me into a tight hug. I remember how comforting that felt. I feel he knew I had fear in my eyes when the previous episode occurred. 

What goes though my head you might wonder, well many things do. You might call me silly, but I hope and pray shots don't go off while I'm there. Or that I won't drop the equipment, I hope I won't be touched again.....and mostly I think of my safety. 

At the the end of the night I just want to get home to the most important, amazing, precious possession I have in my life.