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After YJfanofdavid dropped me off at my hotel, I made my way to my room without the slightest apprehension except for my sanity. At this moment waiting for me in my room were two people I had never met except online, and one of them had once made a comment about eating someone’s belt “with fava beans and a lovely sweet tea.” I knocked and the door was thrown open to reveal two dark-haired, smiling women, one short and one tall, both with out-stretched arms to welcome me with a big hug. Funny Girl was the taller of the two and the petite lady was Marciami, who had gifted me the VIP. We laughed and talked for a good while and I’m sure disturbed the neighbors with our high-pitched shrieks and squeeing. Strange how when it comes to David’s fans, I’ve never met a stranger. So before turning in we have to plan our strategy for tomorrow. What time should we get up? We don’t need to be at the VIP until 11:00, I said. We could get up at 7 or 8 or 9 or 10, I said. I’m easy, I said. And why oh why do I even bother saying this when I know the answer is a foregone conclusion? We set our clocks and I call down for a wake-up call of 7am. They then wanted to discuss what to wear to breakfast and I told them what NOT to wear. Bwahhahahah!!! They ROTFL! So about 12:30am we called it a night. There were two queen beds in the room, and Marciami and Funny Girl bedded down in one and I took the other. As I turned out the lights they looked so sweet and cherubic in their jammies with the covers pulled up to their chins. That vision evaporated soon after I crawled into the remaining bed and my ears were assaulted by the sound of what could only be described as one Ursus Americanus, or American black bear, known to be prevalent in that region of the country. I was not worried, as the species is for the most part vegetarian and is generally not a threat to humans. Not one to be easily alarmed, I ignored it and went on with my slumber. Why, just the night before I had been abruptly awakened by the sound of gunfire only to find in the morning that one of my Diet Dr. Peppers had exploded in the freezer. It was a gruesome sight and I don’t envy the maid who discovered its remains on my departure.
The day dawns or the dawn breaks and flings us from our warm beds and down to enjoy the complimentary breakfast dressed in appropriate attire. That done, we start for the car and I suddenly realize I have no gift for him. I always bring him some little happy, even when I have no VIP or chance to give it, so I grab a couple of items from the buffet and stuff them in my purse and away we go! Funny Girl drove and Marciami rode shotgun and served as navigator while I took the back seat.
I must tell you that aside from being in real life a perfectly lovely person in all respects, Funny Girl is a bit intensely wound. There were times in the hotel and even while driving, when she would do this thing that was something between a normal shudder and that thing dogs do when they first step out of the bath. As far as I could tell, these spasms only ever occurred when she was viewing a picture of David or listening to his voice. We were of course, playing TOSOD in the car the whole way and there were times when I thought she was going to shudder right into the next lane. I had my window up and was glad of it, for more than once the image of her hanging her head out and spraying me with drool came to mind. “Stomping the Roses,” which she insisted on replaying between every other song was the most dangerous cut, but any one of them had the capacity to induce euphoria and vibrations. She even wore a gray and black blouse with roses on the front that she told me was her “Stomping the Roses” shirt. At last, dry and intact, we arrive safely at Pete’s Grill, where the concert and VIP are to take place. We are among only a handful of people there yet. We feel unfashionably early. The sight of a mom with tweens is welcome and we let them in line ahead of us. Very soon the sidewalk fills up and a lot of familiar faces arrive, including YJfanofdavid and the Canadian SnowAngelz, Tofan and Refnaf. The line quickly grows to extend down a city block. The radio peeps come around to put arm bracelets on us according to where we are in the line. The lower the number, the closer your seat will be for the concert and the closer to the front of the line for the VIP. In all 280 people will show up that day to see David. My number is –
To be continued….
The Voice David Archuleta 