Memories Are Made of This

"Me oh my, what a girl.." He sang as he looked to me in the audience, in which he had often done tonight. He smirked as he sang "The Naughty Lady Of Shady Lane" and winked to me. Even my makeup tonight couldn't hide the blush that crept to my face. He was a mighty fine man, I'm sure.. but he was a big star.. he couldn't like a girl like me.. Plus, he was 39 years old and I only 17.. And like that, as I twirled the ice in my glass, and the song ended, a man walked up to me and tapped my shoulder. 

"Excuse me miss, I hate to disturb you, but Mr. Martin has requested your presence in his dressing room right away." He spoke. My heart beat sped. 

"I can take you to him if you would like miss.." The man trailed off. I took a deep breath and nodded. Oh Mr. Martin why did you want me? There's tons of pretty girls here tonight that would just love to be in my place... We arrived at a door with a yellow star stuck to it.. and his name written across.. Dean Martin. The man knocked. 

"Mr. Martin, the young miss you had requested is here." The man spoke. My eyes fell to the floor, I was so nervous, my face had to have been as red as a tomato! My fingers fiddled with a button on my dress. I silently cursed myself for letting my friends take me to see him, they insisted that it would be such fun, such fun for them you mean, while my heart is about to give way!

The door opened slowly, and my eyes trailed up the door opening until I seen his face before me. He smiled a gentle smile and my heart dropped to my stomach. Gosh, I could have died right there. 

"Well hello darlin', won't you come in?" He asked opening the door wider for me to enter the room with him. My heart raced as I took each step. He closed the door behind us, starteling me. 

"Well I didn't mean to scare ya baby." He smiled.

"Oh no, it's quite alright, normally it wouldn't frighten me, Its just I'm a little on edge, that's all." I spoke. He motioned for me to sit upon the couch. I flattened my skirt and did as he said. I watched him move over to a tray with liquors spread over it. 

"Would you like any?" He asked. I shook my head. 

"No thank you Mr. Martin." I spoke politely. He pored a glass of Bourbon for himself and sat close to me on the orange sofa. 

"Oh please baby, call me Dean. Now, what's got your nerves all out of sorts?" He asked taking a sip. My face grew red again. 

"Well, sitting here with you I suppose.." I trailed off, my eyes slowly finding his. There was a glint of amusement in his light brown eyes. 

"Well what about me could be so scary?" He asked. 

"Oh, well nothing about you is scary Mr. Mar- I mean Dean, It's just, well you're one of those big stars and I.. well I'm nervous see. That's all. Just nervous." I spoke quietly. 

"Oh well baby, you don't have to be nervous around me. There's nothing about me to be nervous about. Sure, I'm a big star and all, but that doesn't make me any better than anyone in that audience tonight. Think of me as just another person on the street who just so happens to take a liking to you. I don't know why people make such a big fuss over me. The only thing I've got is looks!" He said with a laugh. 

"Oh but you have so much more than looks Dean, You sing well, and you're dashingly funny, and you have this charm about you that make the girls out there weak at the knees you know. No wonder everyone makes a fuss over you. You're Dean Martin!" I spoke looking at him. 

"Sure, sure, I'm Dean Martin, but what about that makes me so great? A lot of guys are good looking, funny, can sing, and have charm, but just because they havn't been discovered yet makes them a nobody." He said catching my gaze. 

"Oh but Dean you are different. I don't know what it is but you are... There's something about you that was made for it all, made for the booze and the girls, made for the night life. Yeah, yeah, they maybe nobodys, but thats because they choose to be nobodys. You had dertermination, somethin' they don't have, because they weren't made for the things you were. Maybe that's why you're such a big fuss, just like Sinatra, it was though he was made for the stage, made for the girls and the night hours. You were made for the stage too. You captivate people Dean. Kinda like you captivated me.." I trailed off. He smiled a little and looked to the side at his drink for a moment, then brought his eyes to mine again. 

"There's something about you darlin' something about you that I can't put my finger on. Maybe it's the same feeling you have with me. You captivate people baby, I may be made for the stage, and the booze and the night life, but you were made for love. Those eyes, and those lips, that face. It was too good to be true, that such a lovely little lady was sitting there in front of my stage, staring up at me like I was a million miles away. Somethin' about you caught my eye and I couldn't let you leave without getting your number first." He said. 

"Was this all your plan? To get me back here so you could get my telephone number?" I asked astonished. 

"No, I also wanted to get to know you better. And the little bit I have got a privilege to know has been very sweet to me. And, I like it. You have charm darlin' and that's a good thing to have." He said grasping my hand. He looked into my eyes.