Peek Inside a Secret Diary
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My shift ended at seven o’clock, and I needed to find something to keep me busy until my idol arrived.
I ate dinner in the employee cafeteria then sat at the bar for a drink.
The hotel bar
Around eight-thirty, Bill stopped by with an update. “There’s no sign of them yet. You could be waiting here all night. It’s okay to head home. The band will be here for a few days. I’m sure you’ll meet Kevin before they leave.”
My stomach flip-flopped. I squeezed back tears and slurped the last flat dribble of my soda. “Why did everyone keep it a secret from me, Bill?” The words streamed out in a whine.
“It’s just the managers, and they don’t know you like I do. They were afraid you wouldn’t be able to do your job with REO staying here, or—maybe rip Kevin’s clothes off or something.”
Actual excerpt from my diary
“Do they really see me as that pathetic? Honestly, I’m petrified to meet him. If the man walked in here right now, I’d probably chicken out and run.”
“Naww, you wouldn’t. You’ll do fine.” Bill’s reassuring tone made me want to give him a bear hug. I loved his gentle, caring nature.
I slipped off the stool, hiding my watery eyes. It seemed everyone except Bill saw the true ugliness inside of me. Surely, Kevin Cronin would think I was a freak.
I arrived home at nine, threw on more comfortable clothes, then called my best friend and neighbor, Nancy. I barely finished sharing the exciting news before she shot over faster than a bullet.
“You have to call the hotel and find out if they got in yet.” Her hazel eyes radiated excitement.
“I don’t know. It’s probably best to leave such a famous rock star alone. He’ll think I’m some giddy school kid without any brains.”
“Dammit, girl, you call the hotel, right now.”
Nancy & Lori, 25 years after KC.
With my shoulders slumped, I called the bellmen’s station. “Hi Mark. Is Bill there?”
“Hey, Lori. Bill left. The band members finally checked in. We took their bags, and they left to go to Woodfield Theater. Bill told the lead singer that there was a girl in reservations who wanted to meet him. He asked Kevin to come down and meet you tomorrow for an autograph.”
I screamed into poor Mark’s ear, and then remembered … I wasn’t scheduled to work tomorrow!
13 thoughts on “Mystical Tours 4”
Well I’m curious how you managed the meeting since you weren’t scheduled to work that day! I’m enjoying the read!
Thanks for reading it, JM. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.
I’m curious about the next part! And you are brave for looking back into old journals… no thanks on my end!
I think as I grow older, some of it just doesn’t matter anymore, and I get an “I don’t care” attitude. Then some other parts of it makes me cringe. 😛
Sounds like Kevin’s a nice guy. I’m betting you went to work anyway. 🙂
Heh, well, like I said to Carrie, being there and timing don’t always coincide. 😉 You’ll see what I mean when I post next Monday. Thanks for reading, Miss Anita.
Bad day not to be working! But something tells me you figured out a way to be there. 🙂
Being there and timing don’t always coincide. Wink, wink. Thanks for reading, Carrie. Can’t wait until you see what happens next.
I can’t wait to see what happens ‘tomorrow’ – I love these pieces of memoir and you build up the tension nicely.
Next one will be next Monday. Thank you for reading, Andrea. I appreciate the support and kind comment.
I hope you were able to get on that schedule, Lori! I love that you have these old diaries. Ah, Reo Speedwagon, one of my favorite bands.
Nope, didn’t get on the schedule. Can’t wait until you read what happens next in trying to meet him. Thanks for reading, Jill.
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