A Very Happy Birthday for Janna

After I had met Michael back in the summer of '94, of course I wanted to go back and see EFX in the summer of '95. Which I did. Now.. We arrived... on.. hmm.. on the 16th of July, I believe. Not sure though.. (Try and picture a crazed 15 year old running around loose in the MGM Grand) My mother and I weren't going to see EFX until the next night. So.. I had nothing better to do but sit upstairs and watch the TV channel where they show all the things happening at the MGM Grand. I saw the EFX commercial at least 10 times before I finally fell asleep. Okay... let's skip the next day and go to that night. I dragged my mom down to the theatre an hour before we were actually let in. (Me, excited? Naaahh) When we finally got to enter... wow.. well.. those of you who saw it.. know what I mean. Wow. We were in the first row. WOW!!! (Especially during the Houdini and the Globe scenes if you know what I mean. :D-- ) Okay okay.. I'm done swooning..anywho.. After the show.. I ran outside to the box office and bought me, myself, and I another ticket, ran upstairs to change into jeans and a t-shirt, ran back downstairs to the flower cart and bought two red roses, ran to the gift shop to by a pen, then ran BACK to the theatre and took my seat with a gasp. I wrote a little message to Michael on the card, saw the show again, then ran up to the stage afterwards and handed him the flowers. I then walked back up to my room floating on cloud 9,200,678,492,006. The next day, my mother dragged me to see Cirque...er...de...uhm.. the French circus thingie. Now I forgot to mention to you...but the day I saw the French thing was July 18th, my 16th birthday. And...let's have a flash back to the earlier part of the year. After my mom had bought the tickets, unknown to me she wrote a letter to Michael saying we were going to be seeing the show a day before my birthday. Unfortunately, we never got a response back. Back to July 18--after we came back to our hotel room, we saw that the message light was blinking, I hit the button, sat on the bed, and this is what I heard (Yes, I listend to it a million times so I could write it down):

"Hi, this message is for Janna and Barbara. My name is Robyn. I'm Michael Crawford's personal assistant and I was calling to you to let you know we reseived your request and unfortunately we have had a very busy press week this week and last week and we don't have any time for any meetings or anything and I'm so sorry about that. But, Mr. Crawford wanted me to let Janna know that he hopes she had a very wonderful 'Sweet 16' today and that you guys enjoyed the show and that you have a good time here in Las Vegas. So, 'Happy Birthday, Janna', from Michael, 'and hope you have a very wonderful time in Las Vegas and got to see the show and have enjoyed it.' Bye-bye."

I freaked out, for I had no clue that my mom had written him earlier in the year. But, the next day was our last day in Vegas and our plane didn't leave till 10:30...so...I conjured up enough money to buy one more ticket and two more roses and saw the show one last time. And as I brought the roses up to him, he kinda looked at me funny--then grinned. Then, I ran out of the theatre...and we left for the airport.

Buuuut.... I'll be back... January.. 1997... I'll be back..

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