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“Why should I go to my mailbox?”
“Just trust me.”
I had no idea why the voice on the other end of the phone was urging me to step outside into the cold Wisconsin winter, but I trusted it enough to listen.
“Are you there?”
“Maybe.” Oh, I loved teasing him. My hand rummaged inside the metal box that had a small layer of ice around the outside, assuring that if some kid wanted to put their tongue on it, it would stick. Not that I had ever done that before. What an idiotic move it would be. “Hey, what’s this?” My question was sincere as I came upon a large envelope with my name on the front.
“Open it!”
Thanks for keeping it a surprise, Ryan.
“What if I don’t?”
“Come on! If you don’t then you can’t—“
Aha! So there was something behind it that had to do with him. Strike one.
“When I get inside.” I lifted my legs high with each step I took over the snow that was collected on my front lawn. “My fingers are frozen right now.”
“You should have worn gloves.”
“I am! They’re those fingerless gloves that you suggested!”
Silly rock star.
“Oh, right…” My hand would have been inadvertently stuck to my phone without them. “You’re in!” If my front door didn’t creak whenever it opened or closed, he wouldn’t have known that. Better yet, I shouldn’t have told him in the first place.
“Yeah, so.”
“Now open it like you promised.”
“Excuse me, Mister Ross, but I didn’t make an accord to anything of the sort.”
“You still said you would! Now, open it and find out what’s in it!”
“Why?”
“So we can—“ Strike two. “Please?” As he said the word in such a pleading tone, I tried to imagine his face along with it, instead of the ugly yellow envelope that had been sent from the post office. Without responding, I ripped off one side and spilled out the contents onto the table in the room of entrance of my cozy little home.
The silence from the other end let me know he was listening. My thawing hands fingered through the pages, just looking, knowing that I would examine each one later very intently. For then, I just picked up the letter that was on top and read aloud:
“’Dear Amanda,’ You know, you’re not so good with introductions…”
“Keep going…”
“’I know it’s been three long months since we’ve seen each other, but I think that I’ve finally found the perfect opportunity for another meeting.’” My heart leapt at the words after I read them. I had to hide my anxious tone as I read on. “’On the 22nd of January, we’ve been offered to play a private show, and each band member has been allowed one guest.’” My mind raced. Did I have anything planned for that day? “’And of course, only one person came to thought when we were told.’” He was so sweet. “’Enclosed, you’ll find information about the location, as well as two plane tickets for New York City.’”
I must not have been seeing things clearly. There was no way I was reading the words “New York City.” I could have dropped my phone in shock. Sure, I was excited, but there was no way my parents would let me fly to New York.
“So what do think?”
I thought the chances were slim to none.
Strike three. I was out.
“Just trust me.”
I had no idea why the voice on the other end of the phone was urging me to step outside into the cold Wisconsin winter, but I trusted it enough to listen.
“Are you there?”
“Maybe.” Oh, I loved teasing him. My hand rummaged inside the metal box that had a small layer of ice around the outside, assuring that if some kid wanted to put their tongue on it, it would stick. Not that I had ever done that before. What an idiotic move it would be. “Hey, what’s this?” My question was sincere as I came upon a large envelope with my name on the front.
“Open it!”
Thanks for keeping it a surprise, Ryan.
“What if I don’t?”
“Come on! If you don’t then you can’t—“
Aha! So there was something behind it that had to do with him. Strike one.
“When I get inside.” I lifted my legs high with each step I took over the snow that was collected on my front lawn. “My fingers are frozen right now.”
“You should have worn gloves.”
“I am! They’re those fingerless gloves that you suggested!”
Silly rock star.
“Oh, right…” My hand would have been inadvertently stuck to my phone without them. “You’re in!” If my front door didn’t creak whenever it opened or closed, he wouldn’t have known that. Better yet, I shouldn’t have told him in the first place.
“Yeah, so.”
“Now open it like you promised.”
“Excuse me, Mister Ross, but I didn’t make an accord to anything of the sort.”
“You still said you would! Now, open it and find out what’s in it!”
“Why?”
“So we can—“ Strike two. “Please?” As he said the word in such a pleading tone, I tried to imagine his face along with it, instead of the ugly yellow envelope that had been sent from the post office. Without responding, I ripped off one side and spilled out the contents onto the table in the room of entrance of my cozy little home.
The silence from the other end let me know he was listening. My thawing hands fingered through the pages, just looking, knowing that I would examine each one later very intently. For then, I just picked up the letter that was on top and read aloud:
“’Dear Amanda,’ You know, you’re not so good with introductions…”
“Keep going…”
“’I know it’s been three long months since we’ve seen each other, but I think that I’ve finally found the perfect opportunity for another meeting.’” My heart leapt at the words after I read them. I had to hide my anxious tone as I read on. “’On the 22nd of January, we’ve been offered to play a private show, and each band member has been allowed one guest.’” My mind raced. Did I have anything planned for that day? “’And of course, only one person came to thought when we were told.’” He was so sweet. “’Enclosed, you’ll find information about the location, as well as two plane tickets for New York City.’”
I must not have been seeing things clearly. There was no way I was reading the words “New York City.” I could have dropped my phone in shock. Sure, I was excited, but there was no way my parents would let me fly to New York.
“So what do think?”
I thought the chances were slim to none.
Strike three. I was out.
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