I know this post is taking forever but I want it to be RIGHT because you know, the band is going to come across this and read it and see what a dedicated fan I am and invite me to go on the road with them. I’m packed already so it’s just a matter of time.
Next to exit the van was Daren Taylor, the drummer. He was as friendly and gregarious as could be. He seemed excited to take his turn in front of the camera. He was very talkative and genuine and fun. With beautiful warm brown eyes. I’d read that Airborne totally appreciates their fans and Daren surely was a great example of that. I’d been apologetic for taking up their “down” time, but he truly made me feel like he had nothing better to do than talk with us. After Michael took our picture, he offered to pose with Michael too.
While I was talking to Daren, I became aware of a presence above me and to the left on the balcony where the box office door was situated. Something was said and Steven looked up and answered. When I turned my head I found myself looking straight up into the face of THE Mikel Jollet. I have to tell you, not many things in my life have rocked my world quite to that extent. If I recall, I had just finished making the comment that I hadn’t been so excited since seeing U2 perform in 1985. Well, I never thought I would/could say this but that paled in comparison. I wasn’t prepared for what I felt and hadn’t even realized the respect and admiration that I’d for this man. There he was, in all his glory, casually leaning on the wrought iron railing like it was the most ordinary day in his life while mine was doing somersaults and back flips. Michael described my reaction as much like the little old lady in The Wedding Singer when Adam Sandler sampled her meatballs. (Thanks, Mike) I don’t exactly know the definition of starstruck but I went deaf and dumb. (Ok, dumber.) Up to that point I was comfortable for the most part but that quickly deteriorated into not-too-comfortably numb. I was speechless for a time. When not making a fool of myself became the utmost thought in my head, I gathered my wits about me and started to set about making at least a pleasant impression.
I don’t think I can tell you a single thing I said to him or what he answered back. All I know is that one minute he was up on the balcony and the next thing I knew he was at my side. He’d put sunglasses on. I do remember saying, “I don’t suppose you’d take those off?” while waiting for the picture to snap. I could tell he was trying to be serious when he said, “nope” and I think I said “That’s ok, neither would Bono.” He kind of relaxed then and chuckled. He signed my Spin “So lovely to meet you” and excused himself, he was going for a run.
It didn’t occur to me until I arrived home that I’d neglected to ask Daren to sign the magazine. I was so disappointed, and you’ll see why later. But now I think that I was so enthralled with Mikel that it went straight out of my head. My new quest in life is to track Daren down and get that signature.
I must go to bed. Thanks for reading.