Once in a lifetime.

6

June

One week of practicing, studying, stretching and, emailing Dalton. I was starting to feel him become a person instead of this rockstar. Maybe it was because there was a screen and miles between us, maybe it's because we seemed to never run out of things to talk about.

He leads most of the conversations by asking questions and he seemed to be genially interested in what I was replying back with. Maybe it's cause I knew so much about him already. Every time I'd see an email with "DaltonBecketFWS@gmail.com I would remind myself that he didn't have to respond.

He could have read the note and tossed it, I wouldn't have known any different. Yet something was driving him to email me back, day after day.

Sent at 6:00pm
From: DaltonBeckettFWS@gmail.com
How do you like your eggs?

Sent at 6:02pm
From: JulietJacobs@gmail.com
Eww, I don't like eggs.

Sent at 6:03pm
From: DaltonBeckettFWS@gmail.com
WHAT?! Why not?

Sent at 6:05pm
From: JulietJacobs@gmail.com
I don't know, I guess the texture is gross to me.

Sent at 6:06pm
From: DaltonBeckettFWS@gmail.com
Do you know what I just realized?

Sent at 6:08pm
From: JulietJacobs@gmail.com
Hmm?

Sent at 6:11pm
From: DaltonBeckettFWS@gmail.com
Communicating with you would be a lot easier with your phone number.

Sent at 6:14pm
From: JulietJacobs@gmail.com
Hmm.

Is all I type back because I'm bouncing in my room. Tori is grunting from the floor. "What now?"

I stop jumping and lay down next to her. "He asked for my number!"

This grabs her attention and she sits up leaving me on the floor. "What?!" I join her, coping her seated position, then I shove my phone in her face. She reads for a second and then hands it back. "He didn't technically ask for your number."

"Well, what else does what he said mean?"

"I mean he's saying that if he had your number it would be easier to communicate, but he's not asking for it." My phone chimes and we both look at it. When I shove it at her again she says, "Okay NOW he's asking for your number."

Sent at 6:16pm
From:DaltonBeckettFWS@gmail.com
For the convenience of the conversation, would I be able to obtain your number? You know, for convenience sake.

"This still feels like a dream, and it's not even happening to me," Tori says stretching her back.

I try and hold my excitement in, "I know. It's unreal. And he just asked for my phone number! Like why me? What's special about me ya know?"

"A lot of things are special about you." I roll my eyes. "Jules I swear to God don't make me list them."

"Thanks but I'm talking about from a person's perspective outside of my best friend."

She looks at me deadpanned. "Is my opinion not good enough for you?"

I roll my eyes knowing she's joking, but I answer just in case. "Of course it does, but he's Dalton freaking Beckett!"

"And your Juliet freaking Jacobs. What's your point?"

My mouth drops open. "He's famous?!"

She shrugs, "That doesn't seem to be stopping him. He's 'Dalton freaking Beckett' and he's choosing to email you. He met you once, it not even like you've been to all his concerts and it's like you earned it."