kay and ksha18 - - -
Meeting Adam did not destroy the image - it made it more real. Honestly, I can hardly remember hugging Adam.
I remember telling him I had to look at his 'eyes baby eyes' . . . then I told him not to hold back if he saw white-haired me rocking out in the front . . . and he laughed and said "I never hold back!".
I was at the back of the M&G line. Silly me . . . I thought it was a disadvantage. I left my place in line and walked up the side of the corridor, towards the front, where Adam was talking and hugging and posing and receiving gifts. I just watched - from about 20 feet away, for over 30 minutes, as all these adoring people met him. Oh, the love, the honesty, the surprise!
Adam is spectacularly beautiful. I forgot to breathe.
He is tinier in flip-flops.
His arms are so long and graceful. He has gentle hands. His movements are articulate and sometimes even delicate. He only cared about the person he was meeting at the moment. Total focus. His eyes are neon, I swear.
One time Neil left his photographer's post and came to smooth a cowlick on the back of Adam's head. Adam didn't even notice - his focus remained on the fan - so respectful.
His words and demeanor were of happiness, patience and honor. Signed everything - paid attention to everyone. He was honored to be so loved. I felt it.
Overwhelmingly, I knew I was before an icon - I wanted to tell him - make him pay attention and realize!
He would have nothing of it. He said "You people know more about my performances than I do!" He always moves forward. No past.
He loves fashion, as we know! Commented on the shoes of a demure young woman.
As I was telling him about - something - I can't remember! - he picked up my light, lace shawl - black with small blue rosebuds - and said "I love this!".
That's when I lost my train of thought . . . wanting to remove the shawl and put it over his head! At the same time, I tried to prevent my abandoned self from doing so. I wanted to bow at his feet. Yes, I did.
All I can say is - your dream of Adam is not a dream. The reality only expands imagination, imagery, mindscape.
Adam is "Imagination turned to love".
Once there was a song - and my mother, a pianist, used to play it. Oh, how I would love to hear Adam sing "Imagination".
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