Can't Get You Out of My Mind

So... I was at a party of some sorts. Or was I at a rodeo? Who knows. I was there, that's all that matters.

A cameraman was there as well as a boom mic operator. Wahoo! He WAS going to be there. I was thrilled.

After they were done filming I knew that it was a now-or-never moment. I walked up to him and got his attention. "Is there some way that I could possibly, somehow, maybe get tickets to your show?" He smiled. "I think it's full, but lemme go try to pull some strings for you, K?" Of course I agreed. He walked off to talk to The Powers that Be. I wandered around, freaking out that I had actually gotten myself to speak to him.
He came back with two tickets in his hand. "These are for my VIP front row. I hope you have fun. Would you like to come early so we can hang out?" (I'm sure I was drooling by this point.)
Because the filming was over he was being rushed to leave. I seem to remember hanging out with him longer, and becoming close friends, but the details are fuzzy.

I heard my mother calling my name. I woke up. Blast! I hadn't actually met Ryan Seacrest!


...The quest continues