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previous winners.
    Every time they offered, I called again and
again and never got through. On Thursday, I got through. I was
caller twelve. They wanted caller thirteen.
    On Friday, the day before the concert, I
tried one last time, praying to God with all my heart. I heard
ringing. I started to get excited.
    “WALT.”
    “Am I caller thirteen?”
    “You are. Congratulations.”
    “Wow! This is great! I can’t believe it!”
    I won! I was going to see Jordan! Now I
waited until five o’clock to see if I had won the grand prize.
Again, I prayed to God.
    I was hanging by the phone waiting for the
call.
    “Now it’s time to call our Grand Prize winner
of front row seats with backstage passes. I’m pulling the name out
of the fishbowl. Okay. Let’s call.”
    RING! I rushed to pick up the phone.
    “Hello?!”
    “Hello. Is this Jeff?”
    “Yes. Did I win? Did I win?”
    “You won! You won! You’re getting front row
seats and backstage passes to see Unbridled.”
    “Yes! Yes!”
    Not only was I going to see Jordan, I was
going to meet Jordan. Every man’s dream. Now who to take? I called
some of my friends. They said they were going out of town. I had no
girlfriend. Then, I got a call.
    “Hi, Jeff.” It was my friend Gwen.
    “Hi, Gwen.”
    “Listen. I hear you won tickets to the
Unbridled concert. Found anyone to go with yet?”
    “Not yet. Let me guess. You want to go?”
    “Let’s just say,” in a seductive voice, “I’d
do anything to go to that concert. Anything.”
    “Well, since you’re the first person to call
me, okay. You can go. Just meet me here around six o’clock.”
    “Great. See ya then.”
    5:30 Saturday, Gwen came over. She was
wearing a tight short, revealing red outfit. Normally, this would
turn me on, but my mind was focused on Jordan.
    7:00. The opening act came on. 7:05. I wanted
them to get off the stage. They sucked. It was a local band. Now I
knew why they were still local.
    7:45. They finally ended their session. For
the first time tonight, the crowd cheered. They chanted, “We want
Jordan! We want Jordan!”
    8:30. Unbridled took the stage. Jordan was
wearing a purple skin-tight jump suit, accentuating all her assets.
Her bleach blond hair was done up in pigtails. She overdid the
lipstick. I didn’t care. I was mesmerized by her.
    They played for an hour and a half. They
mixed stuff from the new album coming out next month with stuff
from their debut album. They finished with “I’m Your Girl”. Of
course, we demanded an encore. For an encore, they played their
current hit “All Wound Up”.
    As the crowd filed out, Gwen and I made our
way backstage. I was fighting through the crowd. That’s how excited
I was to meet Jordan.
    We got backstage. Gwen left to schmooze with
the band, leaving me alone with Jordan. I was sweating like a
pig.
    “Hi, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
    “Uhh! Uhh!”
    “You do have a name, don’t you?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Well, what is it?”
    “Oh, Jeff.”
    “Hi, Jeff.” She shook my hand.
    “Wow! This is such an honor. I’m your biggest
fan. You are so beautiful.”
    “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself. Is
that your girlfriend over there?”, pointing to Gwen.
    “No, just a friend.”
    “Well then, come with me.”
    She took my hand and led me back to their
trailer. She invited me inside.
    “So, you’re my biggest fan?”
    “Yeah. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for
you.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Bark like a dog.”
    “WOOF. WOOF.”
    “Slap yourself in the face.” I did it.
    She walked in the bathroom. I heard water
running. I looked around the trailer at all the souvenirs and
pictures. Suddenly, she called out to me.
    “Jeff, could you come here for a minute?”
    “Sure. What do you want?”
    I walked into the bathroom. She was taking a
shower.
    “Could you scrub my back?”
    “Your back?”
    “You said you’d do anything for me,” in a
sexy voice.
    “I did, didn’t I? Okay.” I hurried