First of all I have two rules right off hand. One, keep it clean and two no lawbreaking. Please read and enjoy! Leave your comments here on mypraize.com. Let me know what you think. Love, Wonder777
The setting of this tale is based on real events. The rest is a flight of fancy and a fantasy! Ironically I was talking to my friend Joan (her real name) about something like this the week up to the concert.
The day was October 19, 2012. Me and my best friend were at the NC State Fair on a cool, crisp Friday afternoon. The main reason we were there was for the 7:30 Michael W. Smith show and we had wanted to do this for 20 years.
Joan and I had arrived at 3:00 and decided to separate to enjoy the fair. The sights, smells and noises took me back to my childhood. At around 4:30 my bladder sent a message that it was at capacity. In other words, if I didn't get to a toilet soon, it would get embarrassing. The nearest place was in Dorton Arena. There was a waterfall beside it that me and Joan established we would meet at 6:45.
Thankfully the guy at the door took sympathy at my situation and let me in. Pointing downthe short hall, he told me there was a ladies room just around the corner. Promising to be out as soon as possible, I ran for it.
And in just in time. The sensation that comes from emptying your bladder is one of the best feelings in the world. Cleaning up, and washing my hands, I proceeded to leave when it all went down.
The noise of running footsteps and squeals of teen girls was coming closer and my way. Before I knew it, a man with glasses and hat almost ran me down. Grabbing his arm, I swung him into the ladies room and told him to stay put.
About 5 seconds later, a trio of blonde schoolgirls, came around the corner. Raising my hand in a stop signal position, they skidded to a stop barely 5 feet away from me. Asking "where's the fire?" They glanced at each other and squealed that Michael was up this way. Then they had a blonde moment and one of them pulled out a cope of David Meece's "Learning To Trust" album. I had to ask them if they knew the difference between Michael and David. Realizing her error, she put the CD back and pulled out a copy of "Wonder".
"Have you seen him? We were on his trail but lost him." Cheryl (she had that looking one) pleaded with those blue eyes of hers. Calmly I told her and her friends that I did see him and he ran straight down the hall. Also, they went crazy when I told them I heard Amy call out to him. Told them she had showed up by surprise on some dates. They pushed me aside and took the bait.
When they were out of sight, I knocked on the ladies room door. "Are you still there? All clear." The man who almost ran me over came out, calmed down considerably. He was tall, looked oddly like someone I knew but wasn't sure.
"Want to get out don't you?" He nods and we proceed to the door I entered. I noticed him nodding to the security guard. Again thanking him, we left to explore the fair. In a whisper, he told me that he had to be back by 6:15. Fine with me.
First place we went to was the booth where the saltwater taffy was made. I bought a pound for my Mom like I promised her. He tried a piece and bought some too. Then we just talked. He was here visiting family and swung by here for the concert.
Then I had to get some dinner after about 45 minutes. Got a hot dog and some fries along with a bottle of water. I just opened up to him, and he gave me a look and I knew right then it was Michael himself. Those eyes staring into mine. This was a dream of mine since my teens. He thanked me for saving his hide and apologized for almost running me down. I had pulled off the greatest heist in CCM history and didn't intend for it to happen.
It was getting to be close to six and I had to call Joan and let her know. Dialing her number, she answered right away. "Joan, there's someone who wants to say something to you" and handed Michael the phone. Two words and I could hear the squeals on the other end. She saw Michael back in 1984 when she was in college. I saw him in 1993 on his "Change Your World" tour with DC Talk opening for him. Just after.my 17th birthday and the night before he taped Change Your World Live.
He hands the phone back and claiming her down, she wasn't far and within 5 minutes, she met us in the shadow of the arena. Joan almost fainted as she saw him. About 5 minutes later, we made sure he got back in and we hung out.
When we got into the arena, one of the people from the radio station sponsoring the show came up to us. "You are now on the floor and as a token, after the show, you get to meet Michael." He also had a basket of goodies, shirts and albums all signed.
The concert was awesome! We had a sign wishing Michael a belated birthday (he turned 55 on Oct. 7) and he pointed at us! The thrill of that I cannot describe. He even dedicated a song to us. "Friends" of course.
After the show, we met him backstage for about 10 minutes. I thanked him and he gave me a signed photo with the note, "be strong and courageous". Joan and I left and we hardly spoke a word the anointing was still strong on the way back to Durham.
Well, that's an example of CCM Fan Fiction. Details like setting, time, my friend the emotions were based on truth. I should say it is a fictitious tale built on a skeleton of truth. It's obvious what was made up.