Unlikely Meeting
hi wat’s up? nm im bored
That was the extent of our conversations. Yet, I felt like I knew him better than anyone I had met face-to-face. Maybe it’s because I’ve never really been accepted. You see, I have dreams, not like the type when your sleeping, but the type that are like goals. I want to be in the entertainment industry. Actually, I want to be either a singer or an actress.
I told blue42 that one day. He said that he understood completely. I didn’t know how, but now, now that he’s gone, I do.
This is the story that would be a dream, maybe even a nightmare, to most, but for me it was reality.
“I’m going online,” I yelled to the rest of the house so they would know to stay out of my room. I could be locked in there for hours if the right people were on, mainly blue42.
I signed on under my screen name of CLJJJKBTFC. I looked at my buddy list. No one was on. I decided I would just check my mail and go to some *N Sync fan sites.
There were some SPAM e-mails, a couple of chain letters, and a letter from blue. I opened it first.
Hey girl,
What’s up? I am so bored. Anyway, I just thought I would write you. I wish you were on. I would like to talk to you right now. Hmm… maybe later. Anyway, I just got back from… a concert. Amazing, isn’t it? It was *N Sync believe it or not. I had fun. Have you ever been to one of their concerts? If not you should go to one soon. They are great. And it’s even better if you have backstage passes. I didn’t have them though. Hmm… Do you even like *N Sync? You’ve never talked about them, but you could be a closet fan or something. I don’t know. Anyway, what are you doing?
W/B soon.
James
I decided to write him back. This is what the e-mail said:
Hey boy,
Nothing really. I’m sorry you are bored. I’m glad you wrote to me, but I’m sorry I wasn’t on. I would like to talk to you too. Jeez, how many concerts do you go to? You are always getting back from one, I swear. You like *N Sync? That’s cool. Of course I like them. No, I’ve never been to one of their concerts :(. I wish I could go to one though. Maybe on the next tour. I never talked about them because I didn’t know you liked them and didn’t want to bore you. I’m not doing anything really. Just signed on to see if you were on, but you’re not, sadly. Well, I guess I’ll talk to you later.
Janet
I started searching through my favorites for a good *N Sync fan site. I didn’t find any that rang my bell. I guess I just wasn’t in the mood. I had had my heart set on talking to James. I was about to sign off when I heard the “buddy in” sound. I checked my buddy list and saw that it was him.
I eagerly sent him an IM. This is what our conversation looked like:
CLJJJKBTFC: hi
blue42: hi wat’s up?
CLJJJKBTFC: nm u?
blue42: absolutely nothing im glad u were on
CLJJJKBTFC: if u had been ten seconds later i wouldn’t have been
blue42: y?
CLJJJKBTFC: cuz I was about to sign off when i heard you sign on
blue42: o do u have to go then? :(
CLJJJKBTFC: no im staying on now that u r here i was just going to leave cuz u weren’t on
blue42: aw… how sweet
CLJJJKBTFC: shut up
blue42: how dare you tell the all mighty powerful blue42 to shut up
CLJJJKBTFC: r u saying im not supposed to tell u to shut up?
blue42: that’s exactly what im saying got a problem with it
CLJJJKBTFC: yeah actually i do cuz u rnt my boss and ill say watever i want… even tell u to shut up so ha
He didn’t say anything for at least thirty minutes. I just sat there staring and the monitor, waiting for him to reply. When he finally did it was to say that he had to go. I asked him why he hadn’t said anything. It was because I had told him to shut up.
A few weeks later he told me that he wanted my snail mail address. I asked him why and he said because he wanted to give me something. My gut told me to give it to him, but something deep inside of me said not to. I didn’t really know him. For all I knew he could have been a fifty year old child molester.
I decided to give him a P.O. Box. If he really wanted to send me something he could send it there. I opened one up and gave him the address. Three days later there was a package from him.
“I’m going to the post office. Does anyone need anything while I’m out?” I screamed to the house that was as good as empty. I had no reply from my half dead family.
My mom was in her room smoking pot; my father lay drunk on the floor. My brother was entertaining three females in his room for pay, and my baby sister was screaming her head off from her rotting crib. I didn’t like how my family lived, but I could do nothing about it. I was just a seventeen year old girl. All that I could think was that in five months I would be out of that house and on my own.
I went to the closet and got my coat and an umbrella. It was stormy and cold even though it was mid-July. The weather seemed to match my family, out of place and unwanted. I climbed into my beat up car. I couldn’t even tell what model it was any more. All I knew was that it got me where I needed to go, sometimes.
When I got to the post office and went to my box, I didn’t expect to find anything in it. I had decided that if James was really sending me something it would have been there sooner. I hadn’t seen him online since I gave him my address. Needless to say, I was shocked when I saw the package in my box.
I pulled it out slowly, afraid it might jump out at me or explode when I opened it. The way I always thought about my life was that I was a walking time bomb that everyone tried to speed up, and no one tried to disarm.
I reached in and pulled out the contents. I had stayed by the box, half afraid to be blown up without anyone knowing, half thinking that it wouldn’t work if there were innocent bystanders around. I felt several pieces of paper.
I looked at the papers, not believing what I saw. They were a ticket to the *N Sync concert two days later, a backstage pass, and an autographed picture of the group. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to shout for joy, but I also wanted to pull away and hide, fully aware that I wouldn’t be able to go.
I walked out to my car slowly, head down. I opened the door and got in, afraid to drive. I finally managed to get a hold on myself and pulled out of the parking lot. I drove home and went online. James was on.
CLJJJKBTFC: hey
blue42: hi did u get my package?
CLJJJKBTFC: yeah thank you
blue42: wat’s wrong?
CLJJJKBTFC: nothing
blue42: something I can “hear” it in your “voice”
CLJJJKBTFC: I just don’t think I’ll be able to go to the concert that’s all
blue42: y not?
CLJJJKBTFC: I don’t think that my parents will let me
blue42: try
CLJJJKBTFC: I will I g2g now ttyl bye
blue42: bye
There was something about that one three letter word that made me decide to try my hardest to get to that concert, even if it meant sneaking out.
When the night of the concert came I hadn’t come up with a way to get to go, so I climbed out my window. My bedroom was on the second floor, but there was a tree right outside that I used to get down. I got to the concert and went backstage. I talked to the guys. Lance was my favorite. I don’t know why, but I felt a connection to him. Anyway, I noticed that Lance was looking around a lot. I asked him who or what he was looking for. He told me that he was waiting for a girl named Janet that he met online. He looked up into my eyes, and I knew.
“Blue42. James?” I said, not quite sure of myself.
“Janet? Is that really you?” he asked with pure joy in his voice and over his face.
“It’s you I’ve been talking to, and you sent me the ticket and backstage pass.”
“Yeah,” he said and giggled.
“Wow! That is very interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know what I mean. You should know that,” I said and laughed.
He laughed too, “Yeah, I guess I should.” He paused and looked up at me with a look that said he had just remembered something.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I just thought of something,” he said as if he were in a daze.
“What?” I asked.
“How did you manage to get here?”
“Do you really want to know?” I asked with a devious smile.
“I’m not sure any more,” he said, and I laughed.
“I climbed out my window when no one was looking,” I said and shrugged.
“You didn’t?” he said with surprise in his voice.
“Yeah, I did. Anything for my blue-man,” I said and smiled.
We talked until it was time for him to go out. I went to the audience and found my front row seat. The concert was great, but it was the last time that I saw or heard from James, or Lance as you know him.
When I was on my way home from the concert I wasn’t thinking about where I was going and almost caused a wreck. That was fresh on my mind when I got home, and I strolled casually in the front door. I hadn’t been thinking. My mother and father were in the living room.
“Janet?" my father asked.
“Yeah?” I said, not thinking.
“Where have you been?”
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“Nowhere,” I said.
“You don’t go nowhere in clothes like that. You were somewhere. Where were you?”
“I went to a concert,” I said and hid my face.
“Whose?”
“*N Sync.”
“Who were you with?”
“I went alone.”
“How did you get the tickets?”
“A friend from online gave them to me.”
“You gave them our address?!” my mother yelled.
“No, I opened a P.O. box specifically for that,” I tried to explain, but she wasn’t listening. She was too busy making plans about moving.
Two weeks later we were on a train to the middle of nowhere. We got rid of the Internet the next day, so I had no time to e-mail James. I was to never see him again.
Now it is four years after that one special concert, four years to the day. I am going to another *N Sync concert. My hope is to see him again. I even managed to scrape up enough money for backstage passes. I hope that he’ll remember me and want to spend time with me again. I hope that he won’t be mad. I don’t really know what is worse, him forgetting me completely, or him being mad at me and hurt because of what I did. I guess it doesn’t matter because tonight will tell me everything.
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