So I’m driving down the road this afternoon when suddenly, I hear it. The announcer says the most magical words I have ever heard in my life: Michael Buble is coming to Salt Lake City. And I live here.
That’s right, he’s coming here to see me.
He must have finally got one of my emails. As a True Fan, and president of the local unofficial fan club (at the moment there are three of us, our third member is only 14 though, so we’re not sure she counts), I am pleased to say that after all my efforts, I have personally succeeded in bringing Michael to Utah.
I have to be honest, I didn’t think I’d ever find a musician that makes my heart keep rhythm the way Neil Diamond does, but once Michael was on the scene, my entire world changed. Seriously, have you seen this boy sing? And he’s even in my age bracket, so it’s not like I’m crushing on some minor werewolf boy. Hey, with Michael Buble and his Crazy Love tour around, who needs a fictional character anyway? Jacob, what a stupid, fake name.
So the big question is, how will I get some alone time with Michael Buble? And do you think Jason would mind if Michael Buble and I went out on a date? And Michael Buble sang to me? Then let me sing with him, Michael Buble, whose name I can’t seem to stop saying because even the letters are hot? (Oh gosh, I think I have to add that singing part to my dream board. All that stuff is going to come true, BTW. I saw it on a talk show.)
So Michael, darling, if you’re reading this blog post (and I know you are), get your cute little self to Salt Lake City as fast as that tour bus will carry you. And don’t forget who’s taking you home–you just haven’t met me yet.
(ps – in case you’re wondering, he looks an awful lot like my husband + hair, so Jason doesn’t really mind that I have a Thing for him–he takes it as a compliment.)