Anyway, I've been stuck in fantasy land for the last couple weeks. Back in May, I wrote about an artist named Tom Odell. My obsession with him has only gotten stronger over the last five months. I've since bought his first album, which is amazing by the way. I've listened to it so much that I have memorized every song. I don't think a day passes in which I don't listen to at least one of his songs. Hearing his voice brings such happiness to my soul. Everything about him is perfect. Okay, well I'm not a big fan of the fact that he smokes, but I can let that slide.
Alright, I'll get to the point. Last month, Tom announced that he would be touring in the US. I squeed loudly and went to look at the tour dates. The closest place he would be playing was Chicago, which is five hours away from where I live. I tried to find a way that Husband could come with me, but since it was on a Friday, it just wasn't going to happen. So, I talked Trystan into going with me. Since my birthday was the Friday before the concert, Trystan bought my concert ticket and drove me there. During the whole week before the concert, I couldn't focus on anything. All I could think about was the fact that I was going to be in the same room with Tom. I fantasized like crazy. I wanted to meet him. I wanted to touch his perfect hands. I knew it wasn't likely though. So, I prepared myself for that. I decided that I would be content just to see him on stage and hear him play live. Anything more would be a bonus.
We drove to Chicago, which ended up taking six hours because of the horrible Chicago traffic. Once we got there, we made our way to the club so we could stand outside for three hours waiting for the doors to open. I wanted to be first in line so that I could be in the front row, since it was standing room only. As I was waiting to cross the street in front of the club, I see the drummer walk across the street toward me. Only then did I become aware of the huge tour bus to my right. That's when I realized that Tom was probably in there...so close to me. I gasped but kept my cool. I stood in front of the club, staring at that bus, just hoping that Tom would come out. Then my wish came true. There he was, standing across the street. I turned around to calm myself. I took a few deep breaths and then turned around just in time to see him stepping up on the curb right in front of me. So, I said, "Hello." What?? Hello?? That's it? He returned the greeting in his sexy British accent and then stood next to me. He was smoking, so he had to finish his cigarette before entering the building. All of a sudden, I felt thankful that he smokes. He asked if we were coming to the show and how I found out about his music. When he found out I was thirty, he said, "You don't look a day over 24." Oh my! I melted right there in that moment. I wanted to say, "Oh, well in that case, do you like older women?" But I couldn't decide if that would be too creepy. I didn't think I would be that tongue-tied and star-struck. I had convinced myself that I wouldn't get lucky enough to meet him, so I hadn't fully prepared myself for this possibility. We had a five minute conversation, in which I probably made an ass out of myself. Then, he shook my hand...yes, I touched his hand... *sigh* I wanted to caress his hand when it touched mine. Fuck, his hands are so damn perfect. As I was shaking his hand, I realized that my hands were all sweaty from being so nervous and turned on. Dammit! I shook Tom's hand with sweaty palms. Gah! I was super embarrassed. My face turned red and I wanted to disappear. I felt thankful when he turned away to go inside the club. I didn't even ask for a picture. Ugh. I failed so hard. Where did my confidence go? I thought I was ready for this. Turns out, Tom turns me to jelly and I become a stupid girl. Who would have thought?
When the doors opened, I was the first person inside. I took my place right in front of the piano, lined up just right so that I could see his hands on the piano and see his face while he sings. Best spot in the whole place. The stage was so small that I was only a few feet from his piano. Holy shit. It was fucking amazing. I suffered through the first band, praying that they would be done soon. I couldn't wait any longer. When Tom came out, my breath caught and I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. He sat down at the piano and started playing. I was in heaven. I wanted that moment to last forever. Unfortunately, they only played for an hour, but it was an amazing show. They had a couple jam sessions that were not planned at all. It was great. I couldn't stop smiling.
After the show, I waited, hoping that they would come hang out. I knew it was a long shot, but the slim chance convinced me to stay. I saw the drummer, so I went up to him and asked him to sign a CD for me. We talked for a few minutes and he was incredibly nice. Then, I moved on to the guitarist, who talked a little less, but was still nice. Next, we saw the bassist, so we went up to him. He didn't seem interested in talking, but he did sign the CD for me. After a few minutes, Tom showed up. Oh god, he was perfect. His hair was all sweaty and I just wanted to run my fingers through it...pull his face toward mine...kiss his yummy lips. I wanted him so badly. I wished it were appropriate for me to grab his hand, pull him to a private area and suck his cock. I just wanted to make him cum. I wanted to hear him moan. I have never wanted anything more. I'm sure the heat coming off of my body was insane. I walked up to him and waited patiently for him to finish his conversation with other people. I kept looking him up and down. Those skinny jeans he wears...oh my. I kept staring at his neck. It was so pale and inviting. I wanted to kiss...lick...bite. I would do anything he wanted me to do. He turned to me, so I asked him to sign the CD. Then everyone else wanted him to sign theirs as well. He kept putting the marker in his mouth. I was jealous of that marker. He apologized for putting it in his mouth. I told him I didn't mind. Oh man, he had no idea how much I didn't mind. When he finally finished signing all of the CDs, he gave the marker back to me. Even though that marker belonged to Trystan, I kept it. I couldn't give it back after all that. I finally got up the courage to ask him for a picture. He put his hand on my back. I melted again. I failed at having a decent conversation with him. My mind was so mushy that I didn't know what would be appropriate. I didn't want him to think I was some freak who he needs to avoid. While I may be somewhat obsessed with him, I wouldn't do anything crazy or inappropriate. Well, unless I knew he was up for it. Haha. Besides, how do you say, "I have a huge crush on you and I'd love to go back to your bus and suck your cock" without sounding creepy?
At that moment, I knew it was time to go. I had to drive the five hours back home and there really was no point of sticking around since I couldn't bring myself to say anything worthwhile anyway. It was so hard to leave. The energy in that place was amazing and I didn't want to leave Tom. I loved being in the same place he was. I was sad to leave, but it couldn't last forever. We walked back to the car and I drove for five hours, fantasizing about Tom, not being able to stop smiling. When I got home, I passed out and dreamed about Tom. And now five days later, I'm still fantasizing about him. I've got it bad. That's for damn sure.
So, that's my story. It was much more exciting than I can convey with words. Here are a couple pictures that Trystan took that night. Enjoy.
