Then, I remembered that I looked up his tour dates several weeks ago and was saddened that he wasn't coming near Seattle. It seems that, with the influx of musicians there are in this city, I never seem to know any of them, so I never go hear music. Or...rarely. That's a sad thing for me. But, I got home from work today, longing for his sweet sounds, and decided to check just one more time. When the page of his tour dates loaded, my heart jumped because I saw the word, "Seattle." Then, my heart lept, because I saw the words "August" and "02." The rolodex in my mind ferociously spun - what day is it? What week is it? What time zone am I in? Where do I live? What country is this?
It's August 01. The day before Ben's show. Ben's show is in the
future. That means I haven't missed it.
So quickly my rolodex shifted gears, into reality, and I began running through my actual schedule for tomorrow. I knew I had to work, and I knew I had a meeting after work - I had just checked the calendar on my phone. My meeting ended at 6:30. The concert is at 7:30 - PRAISE BE TO THE MUSIC LORD ABOVE! My heart sang!
So, I frantically fumbled for my phone and called my meeting leader, leaving him a frenzied and chaotic message about wanting to double check that I had our meeting time correct because this guy was coming in town and maybe I could just make it to the show and that I peed my pants a little. That was probably a little too much information, but word vomit had completely taken over. I hung up the phone with a slight grin and crazed look in my eye.
Then, I opened my e-mail. I found the last e-mail from my meeting leader to double, double check. And...there it was. "7:30 - 9:30." My heart turned into a black, volcanic rock and sank to the bottom of my ocean.
I sent him a message telling him to disregard my voicemail.
I will not be going to the concert tomorrow.
I will be in a meeting, humming Ben Sollee tunes, and very bitter.
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