Ann and Pat had been friends since childhood, often meeting for a meal and a few drinks. Such it was this evening at the local pub, catching up on the goings-on in their lives.
Suddenly a record came on. Looking at each other a smile led to giggles, singing along as they had in their younger days.
”What a blast from the past,” Ann laughed, reddening. She remembered those days. ”To think that was my first love, Jamie Adams.”
Pat roared with laughter: ”Lust more likely!!”
”At fourteen I didn’t think of lust. It was all innocent love, having his pictures plastered across my bedroom walls. Dreaming of a man who was my ideal man, even practising writing my signature with his surname. The agony of young love.”
”You were convinced he would see you and fall at your feet declaring his undying love for and you’d marry and live happily ever after.” Pat reached across laying her hand on Anne’s. ”Only teasing, love. We all went through it. ”
Ann sighed. ”Didn’t work out that way though.”
Going to his concert was the highlight of my young life. Obviously, getting our parents to agree had been hard work. We plotted for days. Giving in, they had a long list of things we had to agree to: no booze, no boys and straight home after the concert. We would have agreed to anything.
On the bus going to the concert, we chatted nonstop, thrilled at the thought of the night ahead. Listening to his voice I fell even more in love, convinced he was singing only to me. A group of girls nearby were talking excitedly. They knew where the group were staying that night. Looking at Pat, my smile a yard wide told her all she needed to know. She was shaking her head, looking pleading, but it would be my only chance to meet my idol.
Standing outside the hotel, with a mob of girls all shouting his name. Security was tight. At last Jamie and his band arrived, a surge forward met a line of unmovable men. My hero passed in front of me. Stopping he pointed to the girl next to me. My heart stopped. I thought he meant me but the burly guards grabbed the girl’s arm, pulling her through, his arm around her. They disappeared into the hotel. My heart sank, almost in tears. Pat pulled me away, ”Come on or we will miss the last bus.” That was the painful ending of my devotion.
