Well, I told you about myself, so now I'm gonna take the time to tell you a little about....... her. The woman that changed my life forever! My miracle.
Her name is Kim, and she's 23. Yes, I know what you're thinking. 'She's older than you'. So what, age is just a number, age has nothing to do with how old your heart is, and I honestly believe that age makes no difference! I love this woman, more than I ever thought possible. But that's getting ahead of where I wanted to go with this.
Ok, like I was saying. Her name is Kimberly Thomas. She is a graduate from NYU, and majored in both Child Development and Psychology. She's smart, really smart. Tay and Ike have both been taking a little college here and there, as have I. I'm majoring in Music Theory. Who knows, one day I could be teaching what I love so much, instead of being on the road all the time. She has her own house, and God broke the mold when he made her. She's so not the type of girl I pictured liking a guy like me. She's the type of girl, that you kind of picture marrying a successful lawyer, or a doctor. But not a musician.
I met her on that hot summer day in June in Hershey, PA. I could tell right away, as she walked towards us in the Meet and Greet room, that she wasn't like all the others. The way she presented herself, she held her head high, and she had confidence that just radiated off of her...... it was almost intoxicating. I looked at her and put a smile on my face. She held her hand out and smiled back at me.
"My name is Kim. It's very nice to meet you." I remember she had said to me as I took her hand and held it in mine.
"I'm Zac...... nice to meet you." I had said back to her. She smiled again, looking into my eyes. She then pulled her hand away and went to Taylor. I just stared at her as she introduced herself to my older brothers. I walked over to where she was talking to Isaac and cleared my throat quietly.
"Kim." I said in a voice I didn't think was actually mine.
"Yes, Zac?" She asked looking up at me again.
"Well.....oh man. Would you like to talk to me again later? Like, if I gave you my phone number, would you call me or something?" God, I was sounding like a nervous 11 year old boy again! Damn it Zac, grow up. I thought to myself.
"Sure, if you give me your number, I will call you." She grinned and pulled out a piece of paper from her purse. I took it from her and pulled out my sharpie and jotted my number down. I looked back up at her and grinned as she handed me a small slip of paper as I handed her the one with my number on it.
"That's my number. If I don't call you first, you can call me." She smiled. She was beautiful. She had these dark brown eyes, kinda like my own. And long brown hair that touched her waist. And I noticed for the first time, that she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a Slipknot tank top. She really wasn't the typical Hanson fan.
"So, how did you become a fan of Hanson AND Slipknot?" Taylor asked looking at her.
She looked up at my brother and laughed.
"My taste in music varies. I don't listen to just one kind of music. I like a little pepper thrown in every once in a while."
Taylor laughed back at her and I just kind of stood next to her with her number clutched in my hand.
"Variety is good. I listen to all kinds of stuff, too." I heard Taylor saying. Lay off her, Tay. I thought to myself. It never failed, if I liked a girl, Taylor always seemed to like her, too.
"Well, it was nice talking to you guys, but I have to get going. Have a good show, and don't forget to call me, Zac." She smiled again and turned to leave.
"I won't, and it was nice to meet you, Kim." I said. Again in a voice I had no idea was mine. What the hell was going on with me? I never just gave out my phone number to people, was I going mad? Maybe I had caught some sort of sickness while we had been on the road. I put my hand on my forehead. Nope, no fever.
"Zac, chill out. You actually did something spontaneous for once in your life." Isaac laughed and put his arm around my shoulders. I just looked over at him and shoved the slip of paper into my pocket. I knew it was about time to go out on stage. I just couldn't seem to tear my mind from Kim. I would call her as soon as we were settled in for the night.
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