Chapter 4:
I held the little piece of paper in my hands as if it were my ticket to heaven. It almost was. Well, to what I considered heaven. There in my hands lay my ticket for the Idol's live tour. Tomorrow night. My ticket to finally meeting Adam.
Okay, I probably wasn't going to actually MEET him, but maybe I could get a picture and autograph. That would just be AMAZING. Even just seeing him in concert. And, they best part? FRONT ROW BABY! Yes, front row. I'm just hoping I don't pass out from being that close to him. I'm going to need to bring a lot of water.
After many long hours of waiting, it was time. Time to finally see the man of my dreams. Wow, was I really doing this again? I'm such a hopeless romantic, it's almost sad. What did I think, him and I would meet, he would sweep me off my feet, and we'd run off together and get married? I'd be lucky if I even got an autograph. But, I can always dream, right? Of course.
I entered the arena, aimlessly making my way through a sea of people to my seat. There was so many people. And yet...I was alone. Everyone else here came with a group of friends, or maybe a boyfriend or girlfriend. But not me. I'd always been kind of a loner. Sure, I had friends. Just no really close ones. I almost never hung out with them outside of school. I'd kind of grown accustomed to being alone. Sometimes, I felt it though. That presense, hovering over me, almost mocking me for not having anyone. Someday, I'd prove it wrong. And it would spite me no more.
I sat through the concert halfheartedly, waiting for Adam to come on. The second the lights dimmed and the promo video started playing on the screen, I was on my feet. Adam appeared on stage, and I could feel my heart soar. Wow. He was even more gorgeous in person. I didn't think that was humanly possible. Being so close to the stage, I was able to detect every detail on his person – the spiked jacket, the tight pants, the studded belt, his beautifully done make-up, his hair. Everything put together perfectly and arranged in a way that made him sparkle. No, not Edward Cullen sparkle like in those sappy Twilight books. This was a real sparkle. This was Adam Lambert.
The second he opened his mouth and started singing, I think I might've started to cry. I don't really know, I was too focused on the extravagent man up above me. Every song, every verse, every note was perfection. And almost too soon, it was over. Adam walked off the stage, and then it was Kris' turn. My heart sunk. Adam was gone.
Directly after the concert, I headed back around the building towards where the tour buses were. Crowds of people were already there up against the guard rails that were set up. I pushed my way to the front and looked around for Adam. Kris, Megan, Danny, Matt, Anoop, and Lil were in with the people, signing autographs and taking pictures with them. I didn't see any of the other Idols. Or Adam. I was too late.
I stepped back, letting people fill in in front of me. After finally getting out of the mob of people that had formed around the rails, I started walking away. No point in staying here if Adam wasn't going to be here. I pulled out my cell phone and checked the time. 10:00. I still had about a half hour to kill until my mom would pick me up. Walking back around the building and towards the road, I noticed a small little café that appeared to be open. Well, it's better than just standing out here alone in the dark. Looking both ways, I crossed the street and walked into the quaint little building.
The second I walked through the door, I was hit with the strong aroma of coffee beans and old people. By the looks of it, that appeared to be what the place consisted of. The only people in there were elderly, and a good deal of them were holding a cup of coffee in their frail hands. All of the seemingly younger people must be at the concert now.
I went up to the counter and ordered a cappichino, and after paying, I took a seat in one of the booths that wasn't surrounded by older folk. I sipped my cappichino nonchalantly, daydreaming about the concert, and what could've happened.
'Adam would be singing on stage, and suddenly, our eyes would lock. He'd walk over to the side of the stage, and grab my hand. He'd pull me up on the stage. I'd be handed a mic, and together, we'd belt out the song together. The crowd would cheer mine and Adam's name. We'd hug on stage, and consequently, he'd pick me up bridal style and carry me backstage. He'd then lean in, and...'
The bell on the entrance door of the place rung, snapping me back into reality. When I saw who walked in though, I swear I was still in dreamland. Because, through that very door, walked Adam Lambert.