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Random thoughts from his grown fans, on finally meeting an untouchable man. |
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I'm not going to give a lifetime story here, but I will say that I've been a fan of Les and The Bay City Rollers since 1975. I'd always imagined what it would be like to meet them - or one of them and never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that was ever going to happen.
Then by chance in the summer of 2002 I came across Les' website and I was totally shocked reading the message board and learning that Les was going to put on a private concert and meet fans! Was this for real? The due date for registration was about 4 weeks away - I thought how great it would be to go and then signed off the computer.
A few weeks later I went to the site again and was so disappointed that I hadn't went ahead and registered because the due date was past. I felt the deepest low I had felt in a long time. I decided to email Lori and Cass and see if they would consider letting me still register - they did! My sister also got to register a couple of weeks after me. We were on a superior high! All the way - we kept thinking: Is this for real? Are we really going to meet Les?
We arrived on Thursday evening and since it was too late to do much - we headed for the hotel lounge for a nightcap. We were pleased to find Lori, Cass, Kat, Carol, and a couple of other Les Rave ladies in the bar. We now knew this WAS for real and we WERE going to meet Les. The feeling that crept into my soul is indescribable - will say though that the word happy was bouncing around all over the place in my head.
Friday evening we were going to head out to a few nightclubs and were standing in the hotel lobby chatting with other gals when strolling down the hall was THE MAN HIMSELF! I'm sure since the hotel desk was right across from me they didn't know what the hell to think over my sis and I's reaction. I'm standing there with my chin on the floor and Carol is already damn near running after Les. Once I got some sounds back in my throat and my feet would cooperate I mumbled "Carol - wait for me," and promptly left the gals we were talking to standing there.
I saw Les was walking into the hotel bar with Carol (and a few others) right on his heels. I walked in right after them and stayed a good 20 feet away. I think I was scared stiff. I know my mind was telling me, "Run over there and jump into his arms while squealing insane words like: Les - oh it's you, it's you." Or slide over on the heels of my shoes and drop to my knees and start taking photo after photo. Instead I recall just standing there - and whispering "wow." Eventually my mind took back over and I told myself you've got to get at least one picture.
So I numbly made my way over and said "Can I take your picture?" To which he replied, "You don't need to ask." What a doll! After I took my picture - I went over to the bar and would sneak a peek at this gorgeous man from time to time. Admiring the way he looked, acted and is. The last Rave was my first (and only) up close meeting with this special man. It would take something really BIG to keep me from the New Orleans Rave. The only thing I hope will be better at this second rave is that I'll have more strength in my knees this time around. Then again I think even if I have met this man numerous times he will probably always have that affect on me. ROCK ON!
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