didn’t even know?”
“Um… Well, he said he was in a band…”
He laughed again and asked, “You don’t know much about Breaking Point? I thought you loved alternative rock. They’ve got so many songs that you’d recognize—”
“Yes, I know how popular they are and I listen to their music all the time. I just don’t, like, have their poster hanging in my room or anything. I don’t remember what they look like.”
With a smile he pointed outside where Jared had been and said, “They look like that.”
I rolled my eyes and handed him the plate of food I’d heated up. “Well call me clueless then.”
“Okay, clueless,” he teased.
I smiled and he kissed me before he took the plate out of my hand, and then he sat down at the table next to Maggie.
For some reason or other, Jared didn’t want me to know who he was. I guess that was understandable. His band was huge in the U.S. and they’d already been on two world tours and performed at the Grammys and other big events. Maybe the guy couldn’t go anywhere without being recognized. Maybe he just liked to blend in with everyone else.
Maybe I was just the one idiot that could be fooled.
I thought about my interactions with him so far; he seemed like such an ordinary guy. Yeah he was gorgeous and had eyes that seemed to bear his soul, but his status was secondary to me. It kind of made me laugh at myself because I really was a Breaking Point fan. It’s true that I’d seen what they looked like before, but it really was the music that I’d been so attached to over the last few years.
And to actually be face to face with their front man and not even know it…just blew me away.
It was almost bedtime for Maggie, so I corralled her toward the bathroom to take a bath. Zack was watching TV when I came out from reading her a bedtime story, so I sat on the couch to cuddle with him just as Rachel came through the door. She went through her usual “I’m so beat; what a long day” routine, and I just let her ramble on about how important her life was. Then she finally asked if Maggie went to bed okay just as she was heading for her own bedroom.
She didn’t e ven wait for an answer as the door shut behind her .
When Jared called me two days later, I didn’t know if I should admit that I had finally realized who he was. It really didn’t matter to me that he was a famous rock star, but I felt like it was dishonest to keep letting him believe I didn’t know. He asked if I’d commit to photographing his buddy’s sho w, so I casually said, “Sure, I’d love to do that.”
“Awesome. It’s gonna be at the WaMu theatre in Seattle. You know where that is?”
“Uh, is that down by the football stadium?”
“Yeah, pretty much right under it. ” Out of the blue he added, “ You think about traveling much?”
“What?”
“Traveling. Do you have an interest in traveling for your job? Because if you do, I know you’d make a great tour photographer.”
“You mean go along with a band on their entire tour?”
“Yeah. I mean you’d get to see all kinds of places. And if the band goes overseas… Well, you get to experience different countries, too. Being with a group like that is comfortable and people make sure that you’re taken care of.”
“ And i t helps when you’re mega famous, ” I couldn’t help mentioning .
He paused for a few beats , and I was sure that he was processing my tone . “So what’d you do, Google me?” he finally asked.
“Actually no, I didn’t even think of doing that. Zack thought you looked familiar. He said you looked like Jared Miller of Breaking Point .”
He chuckled. “Yes, I suppose I do.”
“Well, I guess I can understand the need for anonymity, so I’m not mad at you for lying to me.”
“What? I never lied to you.”
“You kept it from me. Same thing.”
“No, not the same thing. At least not in this case.”
“What makes it different?”
“ Uh…well, I really like you.
“Um… Well, he said he was in a band…”
He laughed again and asked, “You don’t know much about Breaking Point? I thought you loved alternative rock. They’ve got so many songs that you’d recognize—”
“Yes, I know how popular they are and I listen to their music all the time. I just don’t, like, have their poster hanging in my room or anything. I don’t remember what they look like.”
With a smile he pointed outside where Jared had been and said, “They look like that.”
I rolled my eyes and handed him the plate of food I’d heated up. “Well call me clueless then.”
“Okay, clueless,” he teased.
I smiled and he kissed me before he took the plate out of my hand, and then he sat down at the table next to Maggie.
For some reason or other, Jared didn’t want me to know who he was. I guess that was understandable. His band was huge in the U.S. and they’d already been on two world tours and performed at the Grammys and other big events. Maybe the guy couldn’t go anywhere without being recognized. Maybe he just liked to blend in with everyone else.
Maybe I was just the one idiot that could be fooled.
I thought about my interactions with him so far; he seemed like such an ordinary guy. Yeah he was gorgeous and had eyes that seemed to bear his soul, but his status was secondary to me. It kind of made me laugh at myself because I really was a Breaking Point fan. It’s true that I’d seen what they looked like before, but it really was the music that I’d been so attached to over the last few years.
And to actually be face to face with their front man and not even know it…just blew me away.
It was almost bedtime for Maggie, so I corralled her toward the bathroom to take a bath. Zack was watching TV when I came out from reading her a bedtime story, so I sat on the couch to cuddle with him just as Rachel came through the door. She went through her usual “I’m so beat; what a long day” routine, and I just let her ramble on about how important her life was. Then she finally asked if Maggie went to bed okay just as she was heading for her own bedroom.
She didn’t e ven wait for an answer as the door shut behind her .
When Jared called me two days later, I didn’t know if I should admit that I had finally realized who he was. It really didn’t matter to me that he was a famous rock star, but I felt like it was dishonest to keep letting him believe I didn’t know. He asked if I’d commit to photographing his buddy’s sho w, so I casually said, “Sure, I’d love to do that.”
“Awesome. It’s gonna be at the WaMu theatre in Seattle. You know where that is?”
“Uh, is that down by the football stadium?”
“Yeah, pretty much right under it. ” Out of the blue he added, “ You think about traveling much?”
“What?”
“Traveling. Do you have an interest in traveling for your job? Because if you do, I know you’d make a great tour photographer.”
“You mean go along with a band on their entire tour?”
“Yeah. I mean you’d get to see all kinds of places. And if the band goes overseas… Well, you get to experience different countries, too. Being with a group like that is comfortable and people make sure that you’re taken care of.”
“ And i t helps when you’re mega famous, ” I couldn’t help mentioning .
He paused for a few beats , and I was sure that he was processing my tone . “So what’d you do, Google me?” he finally asked.
“Actually no, I didn’t even think of doing that. Zack thought you looked familiar. He said you looked like Jared Miller of Breaking Point .”
He chuckled. “Yes, I suppose I do.”
“Well, I guess I can understand the need for anonymity, so I’m not mad at you for lying to me.”
“What? I never lied to you.”
“You kept it from me. Same thing.”
“No, not the same thing. At least not in this case.”
“What makes it different?”
“ Uh…well, I really like you.
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