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“ With all the people I’ve met, you seem to stand out from all the rest.”
“ Really?” he said surprised, “ How is that so?”
“ I really don’t know, you’re just so much different from everyone else I’ve met and I like that.”
“ I try not to be like everyone else, I just allow myself to be me.”
“ That’s what I admire most about you how you can be yourself in front of someone you don’t even know.”
“ Well I wouldn’t really think of it as being in front of someone I don’t know.”
“ Then how do you think of it as?”
“ I think of it as me being myself in front of someone that God has chosen, enabling me comfort to speak so freely to you.”
“ Well it makes me feel special knowing that you feel that comfortable around me.”
“ I have no reason not to. “
“ True.” I said.
        As we walked along the beach, the only thing I couldn’t comprehend was the sensation I seemed to be experiencing toward Alex. By the way he would look at me sent chills up and down my body. For years, I’ve dreamt about what it would be like to have such feeling for someone; now it’s happened. The thing is, it is wrong? How is it possible to have such feeling toward an individual that you barely know? What is it about him that causes me to feel the way I do toward him? There are just so many questions I’ve been questioning that don’t have an absolute answer at all. Throughout everything conversation we discussed, I found in within myself that I wasn’t the only one feeling the same emotions. Alex, for example, in my eyes I see him as being the most, sweetest, loving, and understanding person I’ve ever met. The only issue I speculate about is, “ What are his thoughts about me?”
“ Can I ask you something?” he stated.
“ Sure, go ahead.” I replied.
“ If I were to ask to see you again, what would you say?” he asked.
“ Without a doubt, I’d say, just name the date and time.” I laughed.
“ How does tomorrow at noon sound?”
“ Tomorrow sounds great.”
“ Perfect,” he said as he took my hand is his, “ there’s just one more question I have to ask.”
“ And that would be?” I asked.
“ I don’t want you think of me as some kind of creep when I ask you this,” he said.
“ I could never think that,” I said, “ whatever it is, I’ll try my best to answer it correctly.”
“ It’s kinda hard to even say this, but I know that this is the best way into going about,” he stated, “ I’d like to know if I could have your permission to kiss you.”
“ To kiss me?” I questioned.
“ Yes, if it’s ok with you that is.”
“ I’d be fool if I said no.”
           Delighted as he seemed to be, I couldn’t help but to feel the same way. From what I questioned about how he felt about me; it looks and seems as if I’m not alone in this. Looking into his eyes, not only guaranteed me that I made the right decision; it assured me that I’d never forget this. It almost seems awkward for this to be happening to me, for there are never events such as this to take place in the presence of me. However, what good is it by questioning this wonderful moment. As he gazed deeply into my eyes, as I did the same, he slowly began to make his move to kiss me.
“ Hey, Michelle, wake up,” whispered Nick, “ I need for you to sign something.”
“ What?” I yawned, “ Sign what?”
“ Standard procedure, it’s just a paper stating what all you need to do on the tour.”
“ Can I read it first?” I asked.
“ Yeah, sure thing,” he said hanging me the paper.
Looking over the documentation, that Nick gave me, all that seemed to be in focus turned out to be the person in my dream whom I can’t identify. It puzzles me as to why I keep having the same reoccurring dream. What is it about this guy that causes me to still have this dream? It almost transpires to be as if we’re each others love interest in the dream; even though we haven’t kissed yet. Just thinking about it boggles my mind. I don’t know if I should disregard the dream or proceed on to a conclusion.
After reading the documentation, specifically stating my duties on tour, I discovered that I couldn’t have been more pleased. It basically states that I am to photograph the guys as they perform on stage as well as occasional photo shoots. From there on, there film will later be developed and approved by all the guys on which ones go up for say for the fans.
“ Do you have a pen?” I asked.
“ Yeah,” he said hanging me a pen out of his pocket, “ are you ok?”
“ Yeah, why?”
“ It just seems as if you have a lot on your mind.”
“ Well, it’s not so much that,” I sighed, “ I don’t know how to describe it. For the past two days, I’ve been having this reoccurring dream; nothing bad, just a little a unusual.”
“ What kind of dream is it?” he asked.
“ It’s about this guy whom I don’t know and the weirdest thing about it is that I can’t remember what he looks like when I wake up.”
“ Could it be me that you’re dreaming me?” he joked.
“ I don’t think so, trust me, I’d know if it were you or not.” I laughed.
“ Well, I better go file this in,” he said.
“ Ok, I’ll talk to you later.”
           What is it about dreams that causes you to wonder what the purpose is even about? For exampl, how can someone go from rarely having meaningless dreams, to reoccurring dreams? I just don’t understand it at all. Is this dream trying to tell me something or a sign of some sort? If these dreams keep occurring, I feel as if it’ll in fact turn into a distraction toward my purpose on tour. However, the thing that boggles my mind is that fact that I don’t know who I’m dreaming about. Personally, I believe if I knew who it was that I am dreaming about, I wouldn’t catch myself thinking about the dream so often.
          As the plane landed, everyone aboard the made the decision to allow the staff, members of the tour, get off first. What is it about landing that makes people sit down and thinking of a way to exit? It seemed quite foolish to me actually. Although, after making my way out of the terminal, I then realized why they took on such precaution. Through every angle of the airport, there stood hundreds upon hundreds of people. With cameras’ in hand, and their spirit running high, the only assumption I could provide myself with is how I discovered that they were all here to see the Backstreet Boys. All I was capable of doing seemed to only be gazing in amazement as to how many people stood before me. Staring at all that surrounded me, I suddenly realized that I wasn’t simply dealing with such an easy job after all. Not only will I have to please the guys, but as well as the people who purchase each picture. I hope to God that I’ll be able to handle what ever comes in my path while I’m on this tour.