July 23rd. Dallas, Texas. Six Flags Amusement Park.
According to the thermometer, it’s 100 degrees in the shade. It’s so hot, two kids throw up in the front row while we attempt to play. Actually, I’m not convinced it was from the heat. Maybe we’re so terrible, we make kids puke. Hmm…you can choose your own adventure here.
Anywho, before we went on, I met a guy back stage. He was a happy, handsome fellow in his mid-twenties. A few years ago, he lived in Ohio, working for an environmental group that cleaned up a huge crude oil spill running from Findlay all the way to Lake Erie. I’d never heard about this spill. Now he worked at Six Flags, doing security and such.
I’d only known my new friend for a minute when he started telling me about a girl that was coming to the show. He’d never actually met her but was really digging her. She was a mid-twenties, single, Christian mom who worked hard 7 days a week. Since he was a young, ambitious, single, Christian guy who liked kids, I liked the potential of these two.
This guy had a heart of gold. He’d really only seen a picture of her (shared by their mutual friend), but he pulled strings and called in favors for her to come to the show for free. Free parking, free tickets to both the park and concert…everything needed to make a nice day for a mom who might not have the time or money otherwise. He didn’t want to meet her at the park. “Why on earth not?” I asked. He said he just wanted to let her have a good day at a theme park and a concert with no strings attached. He’d meet her some other time.
Personally, I don’t know how he could stand it.
As we talked, he kept glancing around the corner to look into the crowd and see if he could spot a girl that looked like her. Sure enough, he did. She was sitting with a friend, about 30 yards away. And from my surmising, she seemed to be looking for a guy somewhere around the stage that looked like him. It was cute. I hoped she was as anxious about him as he was about her.
Anyway, that’s all the scoop I got. We played our show and then flew home. I don’t know if they met or not, but I’m rooting for them, and I’d like to think they did. I’d like to think it was charming and nervous, but who knows. I guess we can all choose our own adventure on this one too.