July 15, 2001

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  When Dreams and Reality Collide, PART III

  
  

  I called Kelly in a hurry. As fate would have it, Kelly was an aspiring photographer and had just purchased a brand-new camera that had all the latest bells and whistles. It even had a nifty carrying case, so I knew it must be the Real Deal.

  
  

  "Kelly, can you get off work 30 minutes early? We have to interview Kevin Bacon. You’re the photographer."

  
  

  Insert a delighted squeal here.

  
  

  I heard her ask her boss "Can I get off a little early to interview Kevin Bacon?" There was much commotion. "No, this isn’t him on the phone. I have to photograph him tonight."

  
  

  I printed out the Bacon Brothers’ web page, so Kelly could read it to me on the way, hoping we’d have at least a smidgen of a clue about our subjects. We met up, swung by the hospital where I worked to "borrow" a microcassette recorder and tape, picked up breath mints and a Sharpie (for autographs) and were on our way.

  
  

  At the ticket window, we explained about our interview being at 7:30. "Ahh, the Meet & Greet is at 7:00." A M&G is where the celebrities sit at a table and the crowd can ask questions. We shrugged and said that would be fine, and sipped iced tea while waiting. We decided that being part of a big group interview would be even better, since we really didn’t know what we were doing anyway. Truly, we spent the better part of a half hour convincing ourselves of this. So shortly before 7, we returned to the window and asked to get into the Meet & Greet, please.

  
  

  "Oh, you’re SADZI. Oh, oh. Sorry. No. No M&G for you." Our faces fell. But she continued, "Your interview is at 7:30, with just the Bacons." Wahoo!

  
  

  At 7:25, someone led us through a twisting and turning bunch of ramps and stairs in the back of the concert venue. When we walked outside and it became apparent that we were being led to their tour bus, I began to falter. "Kelly, you’re going to have to do this, because I may faint."

  
  

  "No," she assured me. "You’re fine. You’re fine. This is your deal, you go in the bus first."

  
  

  Entering the bus, I was watching my feet so as to not fall. I reached the top step, looked up, and standing about 18 inches in front of me was Kevin Bacon, smiling. To prevent the aforementioned fainting spell, I quickly looked over at his brother and said "You must be Michael." Michael affirmed.

  
  

  "And I’m Kevin," the inexcusably attractive man in front of me said, smiling, as he put out his hand.

  
  

  To be continued later today...

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