All Her Moves

Beauty is where you find it. - Madonna

David Bowie picks me up at hotel room. "Why are you carrying all those bags?" he asks.

I try to explain, "This one has my cell. This one has my lip gloss. This one has my wallet -- "

And it's the idea of needing to carry around money that he finds funny. I feel slightly ashamed that I have revealed my non-celebrity status by needing cash but he acts so nice about it albeit he can't help from laughing when he says, "Leave your stuff sweetheart and take my arm."

So that is how you see us, Me and David Bowie walking across the hotel lobby. And you stop dead in your tracks and I blow you a kiss.

It changes one, you know, to be treated like a celebrity. I've done more significant things in my life but I've never felt this important. Or so loved.

Anyways.

People from our entourage open the doors of a theater and guide us to VIP seats and then, she comes on stage, because our people have cued her people that we have arrived. She comes on stage and starts singing and dancing, Madonna my idol is singing and dancing for me and David Bowie. I squeal from delight and sing and dance along. I know every word and know all her moves.

David Bowie just watches me and smiles.