A Trip To Torquay Continued A Night To Remember
By skinner_jennifer
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As I lay there slithering further down the bath, I suddenly awoke with a jolt as my mouth and nose were now submerged beneath the freezing cold water and I was breathing out bubbles. Quickly coming to my senses and rising to the surface, I suddenly remembered where I was.
With no knowledge of the time, there was only one thing going around in my mind, I jumped up quick feeling slightly dizzy. “Please don't say I've missed the show.” I kept saying the words over and over as I waited for my head to stop spinning. Climbing out and grabbing a towel, I opened the bathroom door, stomping through to the bedroom slopping water everywhere.
Looking at the time, it was 7.00 pm. “Phew! Thank goodness for that.” Hubby was still snoozing, so I quickly woke him up. Drying my hair and toweling myself down at the same time. I put a bit of makeup on, not that I liked wearing the stuff, but I was about to meet Davy, so I thought a bit of blue eye shadow and some lippy would do the trick, after all I would have to make an effort to impress him.
I'd never got dressed so quick in my life. Within twenty minutes I was psyched up and ready to go, armed with all my memorabilia, which hubby kindly looked after for me.
I could hardly contain my excitement once more, as we made our way downstairs and out the door to the Neptune Suite. The show hadn't begun yet which I was very relieved about. We made our way up to the bar, my other half got me a glass of wine and I was ready to begin the evening session, in fact I was quite surprised at how awake I was feeling considering how much I'd had to drink already.
A lot of people were already seated, waiting for the arrival of David Jones to the stage, while some stood around chatting and drinking in the bar. There was a table selling rare records, magazines, books, videos and CDs. I found it all very interesting and was able to buy a few things, which I was pleased about.
But then finally, at 8.00pm the gorgeous David came on stage dressed in blue Jeans and a black shirt...very sexy. I was absolutely star struck, he was even better in the flesh. Not able to believe I was actually here, I listened as he greeted us and told some jokes, having a bit of banter with the audience, then began singing. He asked if anyone had any requests and I shouted out. “I Wanna Be Free!” One of my favorites, of which he sang.
He talked a lot between songs, with that wonderful Manchester voice of his still as gorgeous as ever. His backing guys: 'Breakaway Lite;' who were Jerry Renino on bass and Jimmy Riccotelli on keyboards, were brilliant and I fell in love with them too.
There were four girls that had come all the way from Japan for this night, David was so impressed he spoke a bit of Japanese, but I don't remember what he actually said. They were lovely girls with beautiful smiles and I really admired them for coming so far to see their hero.
My camera had been clicking constantly throughout David's performance. I found it hard to take my eyes off him. As a young guy from the fan club got up to sing and play guitar, David sat on a sofa on the stage listening to the guy singing.
I thought! It's now or never! So clutching my silver heart that was in two parts, I approached the stage and went up to him. “David!” I said. “I want to give you the other half of this heart, cause with you is where my heart lies,” yes I know what your thinking, how corny!
He was very obliging and thanked me. I didn't want to out stay my welcome, so left the stage knowing that sooner or later I'd be speaking to him again, even if I had to make a fool of myself in the process.
To be continued...
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I am not thinking how corny,
I am not thinking how corny, I am thinking how brave. I cannot imaginge ever getting on any stage, let alone present a heart to a famous singer! :-D
Sharmi
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Nice
I love the story and all the descriptive words you used. I like how the silver heart revealed exactly how devoted she was to David.
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HI Jenny
HI Jenny
Were you really in your 30's when this happened? I guess I find it hard to believe because I have never had that sort of all consuming interest in anyone - pop star or any other kind of person. And the fact your husband seemed to share your interest and wasn't worried by your behavior is another thing that I find very interesting. But you do tell a good story - so I shall look forward to the next part.
Jean
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Good morning, Jenny. Just
Good morning, Jenny. Just grabbed time between the hoovering, and cooking, and sorting out my hubby's clothes, to read this.
Can't believe you actually spoke to David Jones. So very, very brave. He was fantastic, and a one off. Does my memory serve me correctly in that he was also know as Davy Jones, or am I getting in a muddle with someone else. I know you'll set me straight.
My idol was (still is) David Essex, and I went to see him in concert at Bedford Corn Exchange with my darling Andrea. That memory is still so very dear to my heart as you can imagine. Wish I could have had the courage to do what you did (although I didn't have a silver heart). I guess, at least one of your dreams, you've lived, and there aren't many of us who can say that.
Tina
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half a heart is like half a
half a heart is like half a polo mint, just as tasty. go on Jenny!
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