July 27, 2010 (5:45 pm)
Wow! What just happened here? Why do I feel this way? What are you doing to me God? Is this a test or is this real? How can I actually feel this way about a girl, no – a woman I just met for a few minutes? Oh, but her smile … and the look in her eyes … and the incredible electricity that shot through my body when we shook hands, how can I ignore these? And her voice … it was like honey, and her words, they keep playing over in my head.
“Hi, Zack. My name’s Maddy. I’m so glad you came to Austin for a show. I’ve been hoping to see you in person, but your concerts have been too far away for me to drive to by myself. I’ve been a fan since I first saw you on my television four years ago. I knew I wouldn’t have long to talk to you tonight so I wrote you a note. I hope you have time to read it later. Have a great show and I hope to see you again … sometime.”
This took place at my meet and greet just a little while ago. Now here I sit with her letter in my hand. I want to know what it says. I want to know why I feel this way. I normally don’t open any of the fan mail and gifts I receive until after the show, but all I can think about is this beautiful creature’s letter. I need to know what it says. Maybe if I just open this one, this one time…
Something is definitely wrong with me. Something evil must be trying to get into my head. I have to think about other stuff. I must get ready for the show tonight. I must concentrate on the task before me, performing for the first time here in Austin. The show is sold out; 10,000 people are here to see me perform. I have to get my head on straight, and fast.
July 27 2010 (11:30 pm)
Why did I wait so long to come to Austin? This place is incredible. The show was fantastic. I didn’t realize how many fans I have here. The energy they produced tonight was phenomenal. I don’t know if I have ever felt this much electricity from a crowd before. They sang along to every song. I have never felt this much love besides from my hometown crowd.
Of course, there was something else different about this show. Something that totally puzzles me, Maddy. Yes, I remember her name from the meet and greet. I was wondering if I would see her in the crowd, if I would be able to pick her out of a sea of 10,000, and I did. In fact, it was easy to find her; almost too easy.
My first three songs are up-tempo and so I was moving around a lot, but my fourth song slows way down and I was able to take time to look around the audience, and there she was, just to the right of my mic stand about eight rows back from the stage. When our eyes made contact, I almost forgot I was singing. It’s a good thing I was singing a love song because it made it easier to follow what my heart was feeling at the moment. As I gazed into her eyes, and sang the song only to her, the smile on her face grew even bigger than it already was. I think she felt the same connection I felt. At least I hope she did. I hope the rest of the audience didn’t notice I was dumbstruck by this girl. I wouldn’t want anyone to be mad at her because of me.
Ok, now for the thing I have been looking forward to all night. Now I get to see what Maddy said in her letter to me. I made sure it wouldn’t get lost in the stack of letters I received today by placing it in the back pocket of the jeans I was wearing earlier. First impressions before I open the letter, her handwriting on the envelope is exquisite and the perfume wafting from the letter is heavenly. I’m sure I’ll want to write more in a little while, after I read this and all of my other notes.
July 28, 2010 (2:30 am)
Ok, I’m laying here in my hotel room trying to get to sleep and all I can think about is Maddy. Her letter has affected me deeply. She has touched me in a way I have never experienced before. I feel I need to see her again. I need to talk to her in person and try to figure out what this feeling is. But how do I do this? I have never tried to contact a fan before. Would she think I’m weird for wanting to talk to her?
She gave me her twitter name on the letter she wrote me, but how do I get a message to her without everyone else on twitter seeing it. You need to follow someone to send them a direct message. I wonder if I could follow her, leave her a message, and then unfollow her quickly enough so other fans wouldn’t see it. Probably not. I have some really observant fans.
She did include a envelope with her address on it for me to mail back an autograph. What if I look up where she lives and get my manager to drive me over there? Would that be crazy? Probably, but I feel crazy. Jim will probably tell me it can’t be done, that I wouldn’t be safe. What if the press gets wind of this and turns it in to something else? They can blow this out of proportion in a matter of minutes. But I’ve got to do something. I’ve got to talk to this girl again.
Well, Jim, I hope you don’t mind waking up in the middle of the night, but we have to figure out a plan of action. Somehow you are going to help me get in touch with Maddy before I leave Austin at noon today.
July 28, 2010 (6:00 am)
I will be meeting Maddy in one hour. I am so nervous about this. My heart is pounding, my hands are sweating, and I can’t think straight. I have never been this nervous about meeting someone. I have to calm down or she will think I’m a freak.
It’s nice to know Jim understands me well enough to know I am serious about meeting Maddy. I thought he would be so against this, but instead he told me he had noticed my reaction to her at the meet and greet and had seen me looking for her in the crowd. He said he knew it would happen sooner or later. I would connect with someone and want to meet them on a personal level. He told me I have some amazing, passionate fans and one of them was sure to catch my eye one day.
Jim told me to sit back and let him do the ground work. He found Maddy on twitter, friended her, and sent a DM. It was 4 am, but she actually answered back, questioning how she could be sure that he was who he said he is. Smart girl. I gave Jim a detail from her letter so she would have proof. She believed him. Next he asked her if she felt comfortable meeting me at the hotel for an early breakfast. She said yes, as long as she could bring someone else along. Of course, no problem.
So here I sit, waiting. Jim says he has never seen me like this before. He believes there is something special going on here or I would not be feeling like this. I’m not sure what I feel right now, but I know there is something special about this girl.
July 28, 2010 (7:00 am)
Jim just texted me from the hotel lobby. Maddy is here with her father and he is bringing both of them up to the room to meet me. Oh my! I thought I was nervous before, but now, wow, I can’t stop shaking. I better pull myself together or her father will think I’m on drugs or something, shaking like this.
July 28, 2010 (1:00 pm)
I have just experienced the most glorious morning and the saddest morning both on the same day. It was glorious because I was able to spend four incredible hours with one of the most perfect women on this planet. It was one of the saddest because I had to leave her to catch this plane to LA for a performance tonight.
This glorious day started with a knock on my door shortly after 7 am. I answered the door to find a goddess even more beautiful than I remembered standing before me. After I invited everyone in, I immediately extended my hand and introduced myself to Maddy’s father. “Hello sir. I’m Zach!”
“Yes, I know. Her walls are covered in your pictures.”
“Dad!!!” Maddy was blushing terribly and, now, so was I.
“Well, they are. The boy might as well know what he is getting himself into. I’m Robert Williams, by the way.”
“Very nice to meet you Mr. Williams. I am so happy you have allowed Maddy to meet with me this morning. I’m so sorry it had to be this early, but I have to catch a flight back to LA at noon.”
“Yes, Jim mentioned that to me. I wouldn’t normally agree to something like this, but Maddy has been completely enamored with you for quite some time now and I knew this would mean the world to her. You have had a huge impact on her life.”
“Thank you for saying that sir. I sensed that from the letter she gave me yesterday. And I might add, she has made an impact on me already, as well.”
Jim invited Mr. Williams to join him in another part of our suite so Maddy and I could talk while we waited for our breakfast to arrive. As they left the room, Maddy and I sat down on opposite ends of the coach and began to talk.
“I’m so glad you wrote your twitter name on the letter to me. After the concert, I wanted to see you again, but until I read the letter after the show, I had no idea how to make that happen.”
“You mean you didn’t read the letter until after the show? Then, when you were looking at me during that song …”
“It was because I had already been mesmerized by you during our short visit at the meet and greet. Something happened to me during that time and I knew I had to see you again.”
“Oh! Wow!” Maddy began to blush again. It made her look even more beautiful.
“I found your letter to be extremely touching. I’m sorry all of those awful things happened to you, but I’m glad my songs have made you feel better.”
“My life was totally messed up until the day I first heard you sing. Your voice touched me in all the places that I hurt and made me feel better. Then, as I learned more about you and how you deal with life, I learned new ways of handling difficulties in my life. Now I know I can make it through anything that comes my way.” The smile that graced her lips as she finished this statement was breathtaking.
“Wow! Thank you.” I reached out and took her hand in mine. The electricity I had felt the first time we shook hands was now transformed into a supercharged bolt that rocked my entire body. Every inch of my body tingled with anticipation of what could be. As our eyes met, my mind froze. I wasn’t sure what to do next. I wanted to kiss her, but didn’t think that would be the right thing to do since we had really just met.
As we sat there, my hands gently holding hers, our eyes still locked on one another’s, there was a knock at out door. I let go of her hands. Jim quickly came back into the room to take care of room service. He rolled the cart next to where Maddy was seated. Then he poured two cups of coffee and placed a couple of Danish’s on a plate and excused himself.
I could hear Maddy’s dad asking Jim what was going with us. Jim answered that he feared he had interrupted an interesting conversation, but not to worry, Zach is a gentleman and Maddy will be fine. Maddy heard this conversation also and gave me an inquisitive look saying, “So Zach, what is going on between us?”
“I’m not really sure, Maddy. That’s why I wanted to meet you in person again, without a bunch of other people around. There is something about you causing me to feel things I have never felt before. First, at the Meet and Greet, when we shook hands, I felt a spark of electricity. Then, during the concert, when I so easily found you in that huge crowd, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You totally captured my attention. Later, when I finally had time to read your note, I could hear your voice in my head, reading the letter to me. You captured my heart with that letter. Since then, I have not been able to think of anything else. I had to see you again before I left Austin. I had to see if there is something here for us, something I need to do.”
Maddy looked at me with the most beautiful blue eyes and a smile that melted my heart. “So, Zack, since you read my letter, you know how I feel about you. So, what do you feel now? Is there something here between us? Is there something that you need to do?”
“When I opened the door tonight and saw you standing before me, a vision of breathtaking beauty, my heart soared. I really didn’t think I would ever see you again, but here you are. I can see you and I can touch you…” I reached out and took her hand in mine again.
This time I could feel the electrical charge blast through my body, into Maddy’s and back to me again. It was so powerful. As I watched Maddy, I could see she had felt it too. I wanted to kiss her so badly. I wasn’t sure if I should; we had really just met. I had no right at all to even think about kissing her. How could I even think of this? We only met a few hours ago. She will think I’m insane. Her father is in the next room. He would want to kill me if he knew what I was thinking.
As I sat there holding her hand, carefully examining her every expression, something came over me; something I really had not expected. I looked Maddy in the eyes and saw the same insane longing I was feeling and said, “I want to feel your gorgeous lips pressed firmly against mine. May I kiss you?”
Her answer was simple, just one word, but it was the sweetest word that I had ever heard. “Yes!”
July 28, 2010 (5:00 pm, Cali time)
That “kiss” took place almost 10 hours ago and I can still feel her luscious warm lips pressed against mine. I can still taste her; sweet, like the finest ambrosia. I can still hear her; soft moans, bringing me pure delight. Oh, Maddy. I have never met anyone like you before.
When I left her this morning in Texas, I told Maddy she would hear from me again soon. I told her she would probably get tired of hearing from me, but I would not forget her or let her forget me. She told me she would never forget this morning, but she was sure I would be too busy to think about her again.
“The chances that someone as busy as you, with women all over the world wishing to be with you, would ever think about someone like me again, are slim.”
I told her to believe me when I tell her that she will be hearing from me. And I will be back for her. She just shook her head and laughed.
Right before my flight left Austin, I arranged for a dozen long stem red roses to be delivered to her house. On the note card I simply said “Remember.” On the flight home, I got a text message that read “I WILL.”
When my flight arrived in LA, I sent her two dozen long stem red roses. This time the note read, “Soon.” I received a text message as I arrived at the theater, “REALLY??!!!”
I plan to hand-deliver three dozen more roses to her personally first thing in the morning. The card will simply say “Believe It.”