I hovered the cursor over the button on the website. My heart dared me to do it. My mind warned me not to. My favorite singer/songwriter/author/poet was raising money on a Pledge Music campaign. Funds would help him create his solo album, “Broken Temples.” And the button I wanted to click would allow the pledger and up to 5 guests to spend an afternoon with him.
The button taunted me, calling my bluff.
I immediately messaged a friend on Facebook. “Should I do this? I mean, I want to! I really do. I can seriously make this work, but is it totally insane?”
Being the amazing friend that she is, she reminded me that it really was a once in a lifetime opportunity. That I was making a difference in the singer’s life, but I was also taking care of me which made a huge difference in my family’s lives.
I Screamed. LOUDLY. As I clicked the button my heart raced and my fingers shook. Enter name, accept amount, CONFIRM. YES. DONE!!!
That was in January. The singer/songwriter is Kevin Max from dc Talk. Not only did I have almost every lyric from every album of theirs memorized, I owned his autobiography, his book of poetry and his first solo album. Kevin’s voice is ethereal. He is able to convey so much depth and emotion with the changing of a few notes. And his poetry inspired me to stretch my own poetry and continue to write.
I couldn’t believe this. Not only was I helping him – giving back to an artist that changed my life (more on that later) – but I was going to be able to tell him this in person.
I sat on the edge of the bed at our Air BNB house, curling my hair. I picked up my blue fedora with the rose print. I was so nervous that I started to not really feel anything, just a calm happiness.
A rush of excitement washed over me, mixed with disbelief. This was going to happen.
Thankfully it was a 30 minute Uber drive to the clubhouse where the meeting would begin, giving me plenty of time to relax. I listened to 90s Contemporary Christian Music the entire way there, laughing and reminiscing. Bands like Jars of Clay, Switchfoot, Audio Adrenaline, and The Newsboys were discussed. So many memories shared.
Then the car turned into the club house drive. I saw him on the porch – black shirt, large black hat. No mistaking him. I fumbled in my purse for the tip for the driver, my heart started to race again. Instantly I became so nervous, so worried I’d fangirl and totally scare him and make him regret ever putting that option on his Pledge Campaign.
So I opted to say as little as possible and let him do all the talking.
To Be Continued….