Rockit Ma’am

There isn’t much to do when you grow up in a small town. Rockit Ma’am learned this first-hand. During the day she focused on school and making a grade, but when class was out it was a completely different story. Rockit lived in the land of big hair and big trucks. She was immersed in classic rock and hair bands. Eventually, she taught herself to play guitar and joined a band. WZZO would be blaring out of every vehicle crusing Broad Street before a gig. Throughout high school and college you could often find her rocking out to some of her favorites.

When the time came to grow up and get a job, Rockit found herself reaching for a whole different set of stars. All years of academics paid off. She took a job at NASA, working on the thermodynamic tiles for the space shuttle. The work was interesting, but the environment of Kennedy Space Center was … aged. Rockit wanted to just be herself, but she found she was living a world of Michael Bolton, Elton John, and Richard Marx fans. The last straw came when she wore a KISS Army t-shirt to a picnic, and one of her co-workers asked if that was, “that band with the Wilson sisters.” Rockit packed up her stuff, and left the doldrums of the Saturn V mentaility behind.

Rockit settled in Indiana to get a fresh start. She kept her geek going by picking up another aerospace job, and always kept her eyes open for a chance to get back in with the rockin’ crowd. She hit the clubs and bar scene, and eventually ran into some of the BHRG gals. Finally feeling at home again, Rockit joined up to kick some ass and have some fun. She found a place where she can let her hair down again.