I can’t wait to share Kelly and Kev’s wedding with you this week! When I do, I’ll share their story with you as well. But for this pre-wedding shoot post I wanted to share our story instead!
You see, Kev and I go way back. When I was about 15 or 16 (I can’t remember exactly how old I was, but I do know that my hair at the time was in styled in curtains!) I answered an advert that I saw posted on a card in a shop window in Littleover village. I think the shop was Mr Scoop’s. The advert was looking for a guitarist and singer to join a band. I rang the number, and at some point soon after Kevin and James arrived at my house to hear my audition piece. God knows what I played for them, but I’ve got a feeling I was the only applicant, and therefore I was in. I was the lead singer of a band.
We met weekly in Kevin’s parents’ garage, and practised songs mostly written by Kevin and James. Obviously we were awesome, and pretty soon we had our first gig. At a church fete. Glastonbury it was not, but we took our one good(ish) song and played our hearts out. Yes, one song. Played on repeat. The stallholders must have loved us.
For some reason, despite the huge success of the band and our song and our gig, we split up not long afterwards. I really can’t remember why, but I didn’t think much of it for the next 18 years or so.
In the meantime, Kev met Kelly and love blossomed. They became engaged when Kevin proposed on top of the Millennium Dome, and wanted to get married quickly. Kelly looked around for a photographer and showed her fiance the website of one she liked. Kev saw the name of the photographer and said “Hang on, I think I know him…”
And so it was, on a bright Sunday morning in Darley Park, I met Kelly for the first time and caught up with Kev for the first time in nearly two decades. Surprisingly he didn’t pester me to reform the band – I’m sure he was just being polite – but it was really great to see him again and meet Kelly. Their wedding was absolutely fantastic, and I’m going to share it with you all very soon!