I wonder... Why does the new Slant never go up until Sunday afternoon? Last week's looks like fun, though...
Backstage Pass
The concert was incredible—loud, rocking, virile. Your favorite artist, dripping with sensuality, held the audience—and especially you—enrapt from entrance to encore. During the final encore, a stage hand drapes around your neck a laminated Backstage Pass. It’s from your onstage idol, the roadie says. Thanks to a radio giveaway, you’re at the concert alone. What happens next? Who is the artist?
The band is, of course, The Scorpions... My knees would begin to shake at the prospect of meeting the object of my fantasies.
I would be trembling so much that the roadie would probably have to half carry me to my destination! The pass was from Matthias... I would wonder how he had known about me. Had he stumbled upon my blog and been intrigued by my fantasy of covering him in whipped cream and licking it off? How embarassing... Unless he wanted to fulfill it! My mind would be filled with so many questions which could only be answered when we met.
Since this is my fantasy, here is what would happen when we met:
We would talk for a while to get to know each other. Perhaps we might even play a thing or two together on a couple of the guitars which would be bound to be lurking around. Then he would ask me to come back to his hotel, where we would spend the night making wild, passionate love... (after a pit stop to buy a couple of cans of whipped cream!)
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