DRxBlue
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I wasn't going to get any work done today. I was almost angry and more than disappointed.
I had spent the night before in a rented tuxedo sitting at the Grammies Awards ceremony in Staples Center in L.A.
Sitting and sitting and sitting while all my dreams went down the drain. Jimmy Sweeten and I had four nominations between the two of us and yet in every category we might just as well have stayed home.
Jimmy got shot down first as "Best New Artist" but that was only category 4, then we waited for Category 24 "Best Male R&B Vocal", another nose dive.
The thing was he was up against Prince, Lionel Richie and Luther Vandross, for God's sake. Who'd have thought PRINCE would be in R&B!
Then we had to wait For category 29 "Best R&B Album". I really wanted this one because I would get half credit and get up on stage. His single "Down Home Blues" had been in theTop Ten on the R&B charts for 3 months, hitting Number One for two weeks. No dice.
Then we had to wait until Category 85! That took over two hours, just sweating to see if I got the "Best Instrumental Arrangment Accompanying a Vocal". I had earned that, it HAD to be me...all ME! Even Jimmy would only be on stage because of me!
Not me... Slide Hamilton won, with his version of "Stardust" with the Dizzie Gillespie All Star Big Band! I didn't have that kinda budget! Or Hoagie Carmicheal for a writer.
Jimmy and I took off then. He went out to get drunk at some of the after parties, but I didn't drink, so I caught a red eye flight home to New York and now I sat with a desk full of raw CD's to edit, but I didn't feel like it.
My Boss said, "Blue, why don't you go home, you're not going to get any work done today."
"Thanks, Boss, I think you're right" I said to my self-employed self. I was really understanding about things like this.
I slipped my Navy pea coat over my black corduroy suit jacket, black tee shirt, black jeans, black shoes and socks. It wasn't just reflecting my mood, I always dressed that way.
It wasn't too cold for a February so I decided to walk down 34th street over to Madison Avenue...I was thinking about some dinner at a place I knew on Fifth Avenue and 40th Street. It was about eight blocks, but I felt like walking.
I was crossing from Madison to Fifth Avunue on 39th street, when I saw a familiar face in the crowd ahead. She was carrying a shopping bag and a purse and looked quite intent on making her way through the crowd.
"That's Alana Portman", I said to myself, proud that I could remember her name so easily. Well, we had been very close 13 years ago, back in our college days.
What'll I say? What do I do? Should I hug her? Maybe she's too busy. Thoughts flew through my brain. Just then somebody bumped me and shoved me into the lane she was walking in. She was approaching at great speed. I got another bump which forced me almost toe to toe with her.
**Ooof!**
She ran right into me, not too hard, but enough to stop her in mid stride. She looked about to tell me off for my clumsiness as she looked up to my face, but the words died on her lips as she recognized me. Her face lit up like the sun.
"Hello, Al...", I said quietly, all the while thinking, well THAT solved a lot of problems.
For a second I just stared into her beautiful brown eyes surrounded by red-lit chestnut hair, then she hugged me hard enough to make me "Ooof!" again.
Maybe this wasn't going to be the worst day of my life.
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