Yesterday I posted a Facebook status that said “Elton John saved my life.” This isn’t really something to be taken literally (as I think that suicide is a selfish thing to do, and I’m also too much of a coward to attempt it) but it is quite figurative. During some of my lowest points I always end up listening to a lot of Elton John music. Don’t ask me why, because I’m not actually sure… Anyway, last year during my rough patch, I was super low. Songs like “Someone Saved My Life Tonight”, “Sorry Seems to Be The Hardest Word”, and “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me” always make me feel better. Even if they are slightly depressing songs. However, songs that will really lift your mood are songs like “Bennie and the Jets”, “Philadelphia Freedom”, “Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting”, and “Bitch is Back”. He is a true musical artist, and a fantastic performer. (Though I have yet to see him live…)
A friend texted me after that Facebook post, and we got to talking about what it would be like to meet Sir Elton randomly one day. Because I have an overactive imagination, I actually did daydream about meeting him (because I’m a fangirl) and here’s what I came up with. ***This is in no way realistic, because Elton and David (Furnish, his partner) probably never have to walk anywhere, or eat in any sort of random London cafe. Don’t hate- I’m just being imaginative.***
I have plans to go to London this summer. I imagined that while I was there, just walking the streets with my friend, when we decide to pop into a small cafe to get a quick bite to eat before setting out on our next adventure. Before going in I see two people who look familiar, and get an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. We enter the cafe, and with our backs to the two gentlemen, I can’t make out who it is and why I recognize them. We receive our food, and turn around to find a place to sit. Upon sitting down, it hits me: It’s Elton John and David Furnish! Oh my God! Oh my God! AHHH! (I obviously freak out a bit.) I whisper to my friend who it is, and upon realizing it, we both have mini-strokes. How is this man who is so great eating in this small, badly lit cafe? We eat a few bites, but our stomachs are so unsettled.
It looks as though the two gentlemen are finished eating, and as they get up to leave I suddenly have a problem- Do I get up and ask him for a picture and autograph? Do I leave him alone, which is probably what he wants? If I ask him for anything will he be rude and say no, and leave me embarrassed? What a dilemma… Without a lot of thought, I decide that since he has no idea who I am, risking a bit of embarrassment might be worth it. I get up, say excuse me, introduce myself, my friend introduces herself, and we ask for an autograph and picture, if it wouldn’t be too inconvenient. He obliges us, thanks us for listening to his music, and asks if there is anything else he can do for us. In my mind I’m thinking, “Well… I’d like to see you in concert…” But I keep my mouth shut. As though he had read my mind, he asks us where we are from, and says he can arrange to fly us to see him live and hang out with him backstage.
A few months pass by, and I receive a phone call from Sir Elton’s agent. He says Elton is having a concert in St. Louis, and is personally inviting my friend, myself, and a guest each, to come see him perform. Of course we all go, have a good time, and from then on, Elton and I are BFFs.
This is an example of how my imagination works. There are always more of these stories around… Do you have any stories like this? Comment below and tell me!
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