You scream into the phone.
"Alright sweety, calm down. Stay on the line and we'll get all your info. Now we have Jewel at number 5 with...." Carson said.
'Is this really happening?'you think to yourself. 'Did Carson seriously just call me sweety? WOOOOOHOOO!'
In the middle of your newly-invented victory dance the same voice that asked your name earlier came back.
"Name?" Easy.. "Jordan Taylor Hanson." you say nodding approvingly at your vast Hanson knowledge.
"No, your name." Oh, they should really specify that.
You give the woman all the information she asked for and continue adding to your victory dance.
"Okay, well, all you have to do is go to the local Hyatt, you know where that is dont you? Taylor will be waiting for you there." Yes, the Hansons are, for this story, gods and can be in millions of places at the same time! Wow!
You throw your cell phone back into the massive pile of pillows, right after remember you shouldn't do that because you can never find it, and set off to retrive it.
After placing the phone on your desk you sigh and sit down in the chair next to you.
The first and most important thing you need to do is de-stalker-ize yourself. This is a long and excruciating process which requires taking down every poster of them (and folding them, they're going right back up tomarow morning) and deleting a lot of the information you made yourself learn about him. Can imagine sitting down with Taylor and blurting out the name, age and favorite color of each member of his family? Oh no, you wouldn't scare him away. Not that it's likely that you'll get on that topic or anything, but just in case.
What do you do next?
Call everyone you know and brag
