Reaching Out to the Stars by Donna DeMaio Hunt Read Free Book Online Page B

last show. This was one of the only benefits to my husband’s unfortunate situation.
    The one thing that stunk was I got my camera taken from me before we entered the theater. I was not worried about the camera being safe but we were so close that I could have really taken some sweet pictures.
    I went to buy us some food, my program and some souvenirs. Bryce had to keep his leg elevated throughout most of the show. I have to say that he is a pretty good man to go through all of that for me to watch another man perform, but I’m glad he did. This was my favorite show and my most memorable experience. The atmosphere was really nice and it was smaller and more personal as compared to previous shows that I attended. He also, in my opinion, looked better than he had ever looked on that night. He was dressed in a long, red velvet jacket through most of the show which eventually changed to black.
    As I was mesmerized by each performance, something happened that I will never forget. There was a set of stairs on the side of the stage that we were sitting on. About half way through the show, during his performance of “What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve,” down he came. He began to dance with a fan that I thought handled herself really well. She stayed very calm. He began to work his way down the side of the theater. He started to sing to a teenage girl and kissed her hand. She, too, kept it together. He proceeded to sing to an elderly woman about four rows in front of me. He also kissed her hand.
    I remember Bryce looking at me over and over to see my expression as he came closer and closer to us. I know he was wondering what I would do or how I would react if he made it up that far. This is something that I will never know because he left through a side door to the right of us.
    A few feet away is probably the closest I will ever get to my idol. Every time I hear him sing that song when I am listening to that CD in my car around the holidays, I always remember that moment. Until this day, I wish it was me he was dancing with or my hand he was kissing, but I also think that everything happens for a reason. Again, you never know how you are going to react if you are put in that type of a situation. For all I know, I may have thrown up on him.

Chapter 7
    My Second Letter
    After the excitement, I was also looking forward to the holidays. For Christmas, I had received a book that was just released by my idol. I had asked for it and I was really excited to get it. It was not that the book did not interest me, but I did not read it immediately. This is because at the time, life for me just seemed so busy.
    I am not much of a reader unless it is required or something that interests me. I actually went to college to become an English major because I wanted to become a writer. I quickly changed my tune when I realized how much I disliked reading. I then changed my major to psychology which I thought was much more interesting.
    I guess the main reason why I did not open my new book was that I was trying to put some time and space between myself and my fantasy. My obsession with my idol really had started to bother me. It made me crazy and sometimes I wondered if I was crazy. Therefore, I felt that as long as he was out of sight, he was out of mind. Opening that book was like Pandora opening the box. Nothing good could come out of it without there being negative consequences of some kind.
    It was a long winter and my son, Ethan, and I spent a lot of time indoors trying to stay warm and busy. I became a huge fan of the Ellen DeGeneres Show. Ethan and I often watched it together and sometimes he would look at me with concern when I would laugh hysterically during most of her show.
    I remember there was this one week where Ellen had her fans write letters about how she could make their dreams come true. One woman wanted to meet Brody Hutzler, who played Patrick Lockhart on the soap opera, Days of Our Lives, and to be an extra on the show.