I walked back into the bus and flopped down onto the bed and just smiled. There was a knock on the door and it was Mark. "What are you so happy about?" He asked. "I had a great day. I met this guy. I don't know how to explain it," I told him. "Well what's his name?" "He didn't tell me. He wanted to keep it a mystery." "Well did you get his number?" My heart sank. Not only did I not get his name but I didn't get his phone number either. I want to see him again. Scratch that, I need to see him again. Ahhhhh. "No.. I didn't." I said sadly. "Oh. Are you ready to get dinner, we'll take your mind off things." We left for dinner and it was nice to have the entire band out together. But the whole night I kept thinking of him. I really wish I would see him again. The next day we were busy with pre-show activities. My mind was still preoccupied but I had to focus because it's now time for meet and greets with my amazing fans. After about meeting 20 great fans, I looked up at the person to walk through the door and it was him. It was HIM. "It's you!" I said so obviously excited. "I said I'd be seeing you again," and gave me that signature smile. We talked for five minutes and took another picture together and he gave me the picture we took from yesterday to sign. "How am I going to sign this if I don't know your name?" "Make it out to..my future husband." I laughed so hard I almost choked. "I'm sorry. Sorry. Someone's feeling pretty confident." "You deserve a confident man." "Okay wow. Ahh. Time's up unfortunately. I have to meet a couple more fans and then the show will start shortly!" But I signed the card, "To my future husband, Thank you for a great first impression. Enjoy the ride.. and show. Much love, your future wife Carrie (with a heart next to it). And on the bottom I put today's date and then my phone number since he clearly isn't going to drop this whole mystery game. I handed him the photo and we hugged goodbye. He whispered, "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again." And he kissed my cheek. I could hardly contain the butterflies inside me. I was about to burst. He walked away and I finished up my meet and greet and got prepped for the show. I asked Mark, "When did you want that guy to come to a show? Because I'm not interested anymore." I told him. He looked a little surprised but also happy that I suddenly didn't want to meet him. He could tell I was into the mystery guy. It was difficult to get through the whole show because I knew he was watching and I was just so happy and nervous at the same time. After the show I went back to the bus and got a phone call. I didn't recognize the number but I answered anyway. "Hello?" "Hello Carrie." And I could hear his smile through the phone. "Future husband?" I questioned him and we both laughed. "Yes, that's me. Would my future wife like to grab a drink if you guys aren't heading out tonight?" "Sure," I replied. "Okay ill send you the address. See you soon." And we hung up. Luckily I hadn't changed into my PJs yet or taken off my make-up. I threw on some jeans and a nice top and my favorite pair of heels and let my band mates know where I was going, but I couldn't find Mark. He was probably on the phone with Ivey. I got to the restaurant and made my way to the bar and saw him but he wasn't alone. He and the man sitting next to him turned around. It was Mark. Mark and the mystery man. "Hey Carrie, this is my friend I wanted you to meet. But I heard you've already met. This mystery man is my good friend Mike Fisher." Mark told me.
