A dream...

Hey bubba,

I just woke up from a dream that I had about you.

I dreamed that I woke up, checked Facebook, and found that Fan Asylum had booked you to be in concert with JOURNEY in Atlantic City for a one-time show THAT NIGHT!!   I begged Pete to let me go, and he said I could.  I hopped on a train and arrived in Atlantic City a few hours later, with suitcase in hand.  Hotels were all booked so I had to share a room with some giggling 20-something girls (torture), but they were all going to the concert too.  So I walked along the boardwalk, it was sunny and warm, a little breezy, and I was all excited to be there, and to see you sing again with the boys of the band.  I couldn't believe you were actually gonna do it.  (MUST BE PAYIN' HIM SOME MASSIVE WICKED BUCKAGE, I thought).  I hoped that you would all get along this time too.

I stood outside the concert doors, listening to you all rehearse before the show started, and I saw people out on the board walk walking by, recognizing your voice, stopping and pointing at where the music was coming from, and then they were all dancing, waving their arms, singing along....I watched all of that from inside the hotel which was connected to the concert hall.  I had a huge grin on my face, wishing you could see it too.  Everybody LOVES YOU.  I heard you all laughing and mumbling behind that door, I wanted to open it so bad and tell you to LOOK OUT THE WINDOW!!....but I didn't....I just hoped that you might see me when you came out.

A girl came up to me and offered me a nice double shot of mudslide, or something like a mudslide, only with peppermint schnapps in it, and I drank it slowly.  I started feeling rather groggy, but still happy, and I thought, "I'm gonna jump out in front of you when you walk out that door...and yell SURPRISE or TAH-DAH or something silly."  So I sat there, drinking, and I prepared myself, and waited, and then I heard someone behind that door say, "Let's go, we're done, I'm hungry."

So the door rumbled and finally opened, and there you were....you were about 4 foot tall....(JEEZUS HE IS SO SHORT! I thought), and with long hair....and you were about 30 years younger!!! (BOTOX? I wondered).  A white shirt and jeans...you just looked so...different....THAT'S HIM?! He's not 62!! I thought...HOW'D HE DO THAT?!  It's AMAZING!!  He looks so young!!!

But even though I stood there, in plain sight, smiling at you---too chicken to yell TAH DAH, I was rather crushed when you didn't even look at me....you just kept your head down, walked very quickly, and nobody else around the place seemed to know it was you.  The other guys in the band nodded at me, smiled, and seemed to recognize me or at least pretended to...but you didn't.

Then I woke up.

Ya BUM.

If you're gonna sabotage my dreams, at LEAST have the common decency to say hello.

SNIFF.  See if I send YOU anymore smut stories.

Da noive.

Love, Rebecca