I am a huge Chris Brown fan. OK, let me rephrase that, I used to be a huge Chris Brown fan! I still love his music very much. He’s like a modern day Bobby Brown. The sex appeal, bad boy image…swag. I met him several years ago, back when he was just a light skin kid who could dance. I was standing with my friend at Exit nightclub after “The Scream Tour.” I was 16, in love with B2K and cute enough to mingle in the V.I.P section of the establishment. His song “Run It” had just touched down on the radio and I only knew it because it was competing with my favorite boy band on “106 & Park.” He approached me and introduced himself. To this day I like to think it was because he thought I was attractive but it could have been that he and I looked like we were the same age, cause we were. The music was so loud, we could barely hear each other. He must have screwed my name up five times before I gave up hope that he would actually call me Shamika. “Sweet guy,” I thought. We exchanged some words and that was that. If I had to pinpoint a time, I would say it was then that I became interested in the guy they now call Breezy. I’ve followed his music ever since then. Swooning over him like the average teenage girl who thought “Young Love” was the soundtrack to her life.