Dreams of a Virgin

DREAMING OF THE RICH & FAMOUS

Every one of us has had a fantasy of dating a superstar or someone famous. Well, here's Jeff's.

Ever since I heard her voice on the radio, I was in love with Jordan. She was the lead singer of the group Unbridled. They had the number one song in the country "I'm Your Girl". Their self-titled album was also number one.

That's why I was so excited to hear that their tour was coming to our town. I vowed that, no matter the cost, I would be at that concert. I got there an hour before the box office opened. Unfortunately, there was a long line waiting before me. The box office opened and the mob crowded the window. A half hour later, I got there in time to see the SOLD OUT sign. I was both disappointed and angry.

Jordan's number one fan and I was going to miss out on possibly her only appearance in my town. I heard my favorite radio station WALT, all alternative, was giving away tickets with the grand prize being two front row seats with backstage passes. The grand prize would be chosen from all the previous winners.

Every time they offered, I called again and again and never got through. On Thursday, I got through. I was caller twelve. They wanted caller thirteen.

On Friday, the day before the concert, I tried one last time, praying to God with all my heart. I heard ringing. I started to get excited.

"WALT."

"Am I caller thirteen?"

"You are. Congratulations."

"Wow! This is great! I can't believe it!"

I won! I was going to see Jordan! Now I waited until five o'clock to see if I had won the grand prize. Again, I prayed to God.

I was hanging by the phone waiting for the call.

"Now it's time to call our Grand Prize winner of front row seats with backstage passes. I'm pulling the name out of the fishbowl. Okay. Let's call."

RING! I rushed to pick up the phone.

"Hello?!"

"Hello. Is this Jeff?"

"Yes. Did I win? Did I win?"

"You won! You won! You're getting front row seats and backstage passes to see Unbridled."

"Yes! Yes!"

Not only was I going to see Jordan, I was going to meet Jordan. Every man's dream. Now who to take? I called some of my friends. They said they were going out of town. I had no girlfriend. Then, I got a call.

"Hi, Jeff." It was my friend Gwen.

"Hi, Gwen."

"Listen. I hear you won tickets to the Unbridled concert. Found anyone to go with yet?"

"Not yet. Let me guess. You want to go?"

"Let's just say," in a seductive voice, "I'd do anything to go to that concert. Anything."

"Well, since you're the first person to call me, okay. You can go. Just meet me here around six o'clock."

"Great. See ya then."

5:30 Saturday, Gwen came over. She was wearing a tight short, revealing red outfit. Normally, this would turn me on, but my mind was focused on Jordan.

7:00. The opening act came on. 7:05. I wanted them to get off the stage. They sucked. It was a local band. Now I knew why they were still local.

7:45. They finally ended their session. For the first time tonight, the crowd cheered. They chanted, "We want Jordan! We want Jordan!"