The Moment When (An Adam Levine love story)

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It was the concert of a lifetime. Flashing lights, lots of dancing, and Adam Levine up on The stage singing his heart out with his world famous band, Maroon 5. To top it all off, my best friend Morgan and I had front row seats. We were dancing and singing along to all of the songs. We had bottles of beer in our hands and we were having the best night ever.

Suddenly, it the middle of the band'a performance of "Love Somebody", Adam came running along the side of the stage, his hand extended into the crowd. Morgan and I quickly threw our hands into the air, hoping to touch the hand of the lead man in our favorite band. Finally, his hand reached mine. It was warm and rough, with a bit if sweat on it. He looked over at me, his gray eyes piercing through mine. He seemed to stop for a moment, maintain eye contact and let his hand linger on mine before he moved onto the other fans. And in that moment, I swear I felt a spark light up my heart.

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My eyes were dropping, my body was aching, and I needed sleep. It was the end of the night and the concert ended over an hour ago. Morgan and I decided to wait until almost everyone else had left before we hit the road to hopefully avoid traffic and long bathroom lines. I was tripping through the gravel parking lot when I finally decided to rip off my red high heels and go bare foot. I was to tired to try to walk straight in those monsters. Other than Morgan and me, I only two other people were in the parking lot an they seemed way to drunk to notice anything. Suddenly, I heard a voice shouting from behind us. "Hey! You! Girl in the red dress! Wait up!" That voice, it sounded familiar. I looked down to realize that I was wearing a red dress. I stopped. Head down and shoes in my hand. "Yah you! Hang tight I'm almost there!" Morgan had already gotten to the car. I yelled to her that I'd be there in a minute then turned around. Out of the darkness came a figure. It seemed to be running. I couldn't make out who it was, but I could hear their heavy breath. It sounded as though they had either been running for a long time or they had been running top speed. The figure came to a halt in front of me.

"How about we move into the light?" I suggested. I still couldn't make out the physical features of this mysterious stranger. We moved under one of the few lights in the parking lot, illuminating the stranger's face. I took a sharp inward breath. My heart seemed to stop beating for a second. I was in complete and total shock. This couldn't be real, I had to be dreaming. Standing in front of me was the lead man in my favorite band, Adam Levine.

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"I saw you during the concert tonight, it looked like you were having a good time. Did you enjoy it?" Adam asked me. His beautiful eyes staring into mine like they did for that split second when he touched my hand.

"Yeah, I had a great time! You guys sounded amazing!!" I replied. I was completely and absolutely star struck. He had tattoos all over his arms and I could see a few more through his ripped-up white t-shirt that probably sold for $500 or more. Why had he chosen to come and talk to me? I'm sure he saw lots of other people having a good time that night, too.

"I'm glad to hear that! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I forgot to introduce myself! You most likely already know this, but I'm Adam, Adam Levine."

"Of course I know that! You're one of the best singers in the country! And I'm Elisabeth, Elisabeth Parker." I extended my hand and shook his, feeling the roughness I had earlier, but the sweat was gone.

"Well Elisabeth, I need to get back to the rest of the band. Do you think I could have your number and I could call you sometime?...." Adam asked, "... But that's only if you want to! I don't want you to feel like you have to!"

I opened up my little silver clutch an managed to find and blank crumpled up piece of paper and a pen that was almost out of ink. I quickly scribbled my number onto the paper and handed it to him. "Here you go. Call me whenever!"

He laughed, carefully folded that little piece of paper and put it in the pocket of his jeans. "Talk to you soon!" Adam exclaimed as he turned, waved and gave me that adorable half-smile of his. When he turned the corner and was out of sight, I sank to the ground and held my head in my hands. Did that really just happen? Did Adam Levine REALLY just ask an average 22 year old girl like me for her number? I huge grin spread across my face. I don't remember smiling that big ever before. I felt a tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach. I barely even knew him and had only talked to him once, but I was already falling for the charming Adam Levine.

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