A Dream Come True

Today's my last post in my Duran Duran trilogy.

As I was saying before, after leaving the Vegas show E and I thought life couldn't get much better, but we were wrong. Duran Duran played more shows, one in New York City, and released a brand new CD, Astronaut. They launched a world tour to support the album, so naturally it was a must that we attend at least one show.

The tour brought them through Mohegan Sun Hotel and Casino in Connecticut on a Sunday night, so E, Eye and my cousin decided to get tickets to that show and get a hotel room and spend the night. Eye was still working with a big name in the music industry then so she said she would make a few calls and see if she could get us some sort of after show passes. There were no guarantees, but the butterflies in my stomach grew into bats by the time the show day arrived.

Ripping open the envelope with our names on it and finding four after show meet and greet passes in it was one of the best feelings in the world.

The show was awesome as usual, but I couldn't wait for it to be over so I could finally meet the band I'd been wanting to meet for the last 23 years. We waited for what seemed like forever until it was our turn to enter the backstage room to meet the band.

Did I mention I was four months pregnant at the time?

Finally, the moment. John Taylor walked into the room first, still a bit sweaty from being on stage. He looked right at me, said hi, and honestly, I don't remember much after that! Thank God I was with three other people and we had cameras or I would have sworn it was all a dream.

I moved toward Simon first. He was sitting on a table and I sat down next to him so he could sign my program. He complained he was tired, and I'm told I rubbed his back. The pictures show me next to him while he's signing.

Andy was next. He'd just lost his father and had rejoined the tour just a few days earlier, but despite that, he couldn't have been more gracious. E squeezed his cheeks and to this day she says she doesn't know what possessed her to do it.

Then, John. The moment I'd waited for forever. He asked my name and signed the program to me. I wish I could say I said something funny or meaningful or really, just anything, but I didn't. I don't even have a picture with him, and I regret that. But it was John. Sigh, sigh, sigh...

Roger was eye level with me when I got to him, and just as quiet as I knew he would be.

Nick was the last member I met. I've always felt a sort of kinship with him because we share the same birthday and an interest in graphic design, photography and making lists of all kinds. His voice is soothing and he was as nice as I'd always imagined him to be. He turned out to be the only band member I was able to get a proper photo with, and I look like a deer caught in headlights. But I'm happy.

After it was all over, I have to admit, I cried. Pregnancy aside, I was very emotional. It's very overwhelming and thrilling when one of your dreams comes true.

The day ranks up there as one of the best of my life.