Short Stories

David Bowie

(Hi guys so this is my first story in this book. Heroes Era Bowie; Modern Times) 

     I had been out all night doing nothing in particular. I had been at the library until it closed and then I sort of meandered around the city, hopping from bar to bar with no specific goal or destination. After doing this for a few hours, I guessed it was about 1 am and I was in no mood to get home. My roommate would most likely be at home drunk by himself or with his friend who was no better than him.

      As I continued to walk down Bliss Street, I was off in some world I had created until I heard footsteps behind me. Not heavy and menacing but surprising. I put on my headphones and hit shuffle on my iPod, whoever was behind me was probably harmless but I was still in no mood to talk to anyone. I skipped a few songs until Rock and Roll Suicide came on which I immersed myself in completely. My favorite song in these moods of not caring about anything in particular. I turned it all the way up and continued walking, completely aware of the person still behind me. I listened to the waltz-ish rhythm of the song and started to hum along with the lyrics to mimic the voice of Bowie. 

        At the songs climax, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see who bothered me during my song when I saw the artist himself. David Bowie stood before me with a sort of smirk on his face and I was standing beside myself quite speechless.

     "Pardon me, but I couldn't help but hear you were humming my song." he said in a calm tone, his voice like honey which completely contrasted how tired and rough he looked.

      It took me a moment to realize I was supposed to say something back, "Y...yes I suppose I was. Oh my god, how much did I drink tonight? Don't answer that. Hello! I'm Caitlyn, as you can tell I'm a big fan." I chuckled nervously observing this miracle of a situation in the calmest way I could. I couldn't just scare off my idol with my incessant fangirling , which would have happened very fast if it had not been for all my strength keeping me from doing just that. 

     "Caitlyn.. what a lovely name. I take it you already know who I am so introductions are rather pointless at this point aren't they? Tell me, why are you out this late?", he asked rather suddenly. 

     "Oh, I have nowhere I really need to be but, I could ask you the same question, sir."  I probably sounded like a complete idiot.

 "I'm in a similar position, luv." he said. with some sadness in his eyes despite his warm smile.

     "What kind of position is that exactly? I don't mean to pry and you don't even have to an..." he cut me off. 

"It's alright Cait, can I call you that?" I nodded my head rapidly. "Right, I'm in a situation of a broken heart and I haven't much else to do but meander around the city." he said. 

     I kind of just stood there, starstruck and silent. "I'm sorry, sir." I finally said looking at his face for any sign of response. "It's quite alright Cait." he responded. "

    "Of course... well... um.... could I.... um.... god this is cliche..... could I get your autograph, please?" I said holding out a pen and paper that I luckily had in my purse. "Of course, luv! It's been a while since anyone has asked me that." he said taking the paper from my hand.

      "Yeah right" I said, "You're a legend and one of my favorite artists. You are so amazing!" I said and then quickly shut up before this became a confession of this unhealthy obsession I had already developed.

      "I'm glad you think so, Cait. Could I walk with you?" he said handing back the paper. "Sure!" I said a little too eagerly. We walked through the night, mostly with me asking questions about things that were really cliche. I distinctly remember asking about what it was like to be a celebrity which I now realize was really embarrassing.  

     When we reached my apartment building, he hugged me and said "I'll see you around Cait." I giggled like a school girl, blushing like mad. As I went to the elevator and took out the autograph and I saw that he had written his phone number next to a heart.

(Hey so thanks for reading. This is my first story and really just a situation I can only dream of. Sorry of this sucks. :) )