Chapter 3
"How do you know my name?," I asked kind of scared since I barely knew the guy.
"Oh? Oh! I heard it back there. Some lad was yeling your name," he said with a shy smile.
"Yes, but why did you notice it? I mean, there are tons of people yelling, it's amazing you heard anyting!"
"Uh, well, um, yeah. Well, I just wanted to meet you. I mean I saw you and you seemed like someone I'd like to meet," he replied looking down at his feet.
I looked at the club back dwon the street and turned back to him and said, "Well, you've come out into the cold almost a block down to meet someone who looks like someone you'd like to meet? Isn't that a bit odd?"
"Well, are you?," he asked me finally looking at me.
"What?," I asked confused.
"Are you crazy?"
"Uh, no, I'm not!"
"Well, then there wasn't much harm in me coming out here then was there?," he asked with a small laugh.
Small pauses. I hate small pauses. But this one was different. It gave me a chance to see the guy close up.
Finally I broke the silence and said,"What's your name?"
He replied,"Paul. You know, you are the first person in a long time who has asked me that?"
"No," I said. "I didn't know you were that popular! But I suppose it's because I'm not from around here," I finished as the bus pulled up.
"So," he said. "Will I ever see you again?"
"Maybe," I said with a smile as I started walking onto the bus. But before I could get completely on, he grabbed my hand and slipped a piece of paper into it. I turned around to ask him what it was, but before I could, the door shut and the last thing I saw was his smile.
'Whew!,' thought Paul as he watched the back of the bus as it faded into the distance. 'I'm glad I gave that note to her! I didn't know If I would have the courage to do it.'
He started walking back towards the club trying to think of an excuse to explain his short disappearance.
When he entered, John came up to him and asked,"Where the hell have you been, Paul? Our set was supposed to start minutes ago!"
"John, I'll explain later," Paul replied to John as he headed for the stage. Halfway there, the Thomas caught up to him.
"Listen you rock-and-roll punk! You keep away from Martha. She's mine," he said.
"I don't know who you are," Paul said, "but Martha has a mind of her own and she didn't seem much like 'yours' earlier."
With that, the last thing Paul saw was a fist as it mad contact with his left eye.
I stood there for about five seconds before I realized I should take my seat. As I started for th back of the bus, I started to unfold the paper. I sat down and started to read it:
- Martha my dear,
- Though you don't know me, I feel as if I know you. What I am about to say next may scare you since it is coming from a complete stranger, but it's true. Last night I had a dream about the girl of my dreams. When I woke up, I felt as if a part of me was missing. I spent the entire day thinking about it. Then while I was playing, I saw her. You are the girl in my dream. I beg of you to believe me when I say I am not crazy. If you believe me, meet me infront of the club tomorrow. -Paul
I couldn't believe it. Me. That gorgeous guy I just met was in love with me and I have never even met him before in my life before today.
'Things like this only happen in the movies,' I thought to myself.
Now two thoughts raced in my mind. One, could I be crazy enough to meet this guy or Two, could do the sensible thing and not meet this guy? Which would I choose?
have read Chapter 3.
"Standin' on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike: Take her to New York right away..."
Go to Chapter 4.
Copyrighted by Sarah Mueller; 1997, 1998. Linking is acceptable. Plagarism is not. I know you don't want my "friends" to have to break fingers. *lol* Don't rip me off!
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