Last night was the concert of a lifetime! Front row seats for James Taylor and his Band of Legends. I was so excited. I knew I would approach the stage at some point for his autograph... being somewhat of a crazed fan and all. Not really crazy. Maybe just a little crazy. Crazy enough to make him a batch of cupcakes:
I decided to wrap just one perfect cupcake in a box for him and as soon as the concert was over... just before the encore... I jumped up from my seat and took four huge steps forward... and handed him his cupcake.
I don't remember too much else other than what he said to me. I don't remember exactly what I said to him, something along the line of "I made this just for you" and I remember the look of surprise on his face and he took the pen from my hand and signed the photo of him I was holding.
Actually, he said "why wasn't that was thoughtful - thank you, let me sign that"... just as I planned he would. Then, using the same pen - the Sharpie Marker that I will now place in a locked place of safekeeping - he signed another lady's LP and then he left the stage. Just like that. Carrying my gift.
The concert was amazing. He sang all the oldies but goodies - well not all of them - but all of the ones I wanted to hear. What song was he singing when he looked into my eyes?
He glanced at me during Mexico - I thought I would die. I love that song.
But our eyes locked during Carolina in My Mind and I think he knew I was packing baked goods and he was trying to focus on me. And for a good long time, mind you.
I think it helped that I wore white pants and a hot pink blouse. He was able to pick me out of the crowd, do you think?
The security guard saw my baked goods early on and offered to take them backstage. I declined, knowing there was the possibility of a better outcome. He told me that the first few rows were allowed to approach the stage... who knew? He wished me luck.