DREAM

Someone once told me that dreams are a window into our subconscious. That they don’t openly mean something, that the reason behind any dream lies deeper. But what if a dream comes to you with a “Here I am!” attitude?

Another thing I was told is that because dreams aren’t what they seem to be, whatever you dream about is not what will exactly happen. For example, if I were to dream of winning a lottery worth millions of dollars it doesn’t mean that I will win a million dollars. What my dream could be telling me is that sometime in the near future I will acquire some wealth… like maybe five dollars.

Okay my name is Scott Moffatt and I am 17 years old. I had this dream and I'd like to tell you about it. Last night after I had partied with my brothers and few of our friends in our home in Calgary, Alberta, Canada I went to sleep. Pretty basic right? Well you decide, here’s my dream.

// / begin dream \ \\

I knew I was a girl. It wasn’t odd… I was… a girl. I was standing in the middle of a bunch of girls. All crowding together and all screaming. I elbowed one girl in the stomach because she kept waving her hands in my face. She glared at me but I didn’t care. I smirked back at her. Looking forward I saw a stage. Empty besides a few lonely instruments. I could feel a camera in my left hand. Then this lady came out on stage. She was talking but I couldn’t hear her over the screams.

When she left the screams got louder, almost deafening. I got dizzy and had to make sure that I didn’t pass out. I knew that these girls would trample me in seconds if I did.

Then he walked on stage. I was sure that that time I would for sure pass out. He was so beautiful. His confidence, his talent, his poise all radiated from him. He made my heart soar. Something I didn’t know could happen for someone I had never really met face to face. But tonight I would get my chance.

It took a lot of work but it would finally pay off. As The Moffatts began their concert with the opening song I thought of what my plan to meet Scott Moffatt had taken. I had saved a whole month’s paycheck to be able to get a room at a hotel that was in the same area as their winter home. I had begged and pleaded and bargained with my parents to allow me to go to Calgary and to stay at the hotel alone for the night. That had taken the most effort. Only because they didn’t approve of the idea of me coming to a whole other province to see a pop star and try my darndest to meet him. They asked me several times what I meant by “meet him.” I had to admit they had a right to be worried. I was falling in love with Scott Moffatt and as a result would do anything to see him, to talk to him, to feel him. Even if that meant being one of his one-night stands and then never talking to him again. That would at least mean that I had him for one night and for that one night he was all mine. That he wanted me and saw something in me that led him to believe that he could spare one night with me.

It sounds really corny and even groupie-ish but that’s how I really felt. That’s how far I would go to get Scott Moffatt. Now if the miraculous happened and he happened to like me at even a fracture of how much I liked him well then that would be awesome. But one can’t wish for miracles and I was no way going to believe that the heavens would open up and God would hold his hands out to me. That angels would sing and encircle Scott and I. But I do admit that the thought could be found in the farthest regions of my mind.

I went back to watching the concert. I took a few pictures and elbowed a few more girls. Damn these chicks were really getting annoying. I sighed, what I wouldn’t do for Scott Moffatt. I spent maybe 1/3 of the concert watching Bob Moffatt play drums; I had to admit that he was an awesome drummer. I also loved Clint on bass.

Despite my ever-flowing love for Scott Moffatt I admired all of them. They were all kick ass performers.

Circa 9 PM the concert was over and the scream-fest was at a standstill. All of the girls were now excitedly chattering over which Moffatt brother gave them "the eye." I slowly manuveured my way so that I could see backstage. There was Scott, his long, dark-brown/blonde-streaked hair being carefully tucked under a black hat. Dave came by and smacked his head causing the hat to fall over. "AGH!" yelled Scott who jumped on Dave's back. I giggled, the sight was just too adorable. A large, and I mean LARGE, man bumped into me with a huge keyboard case in his hands.

"Hey move it!" He barked.

I was too scared of his monstorous size to move and was sure that he would just step on me when I felt a pair of hands pull me aside.

"Hey be nice Gare... she's not going to challenge you," said a kind voice.

The large, LARGE, man chuckled and continued walking.

I turned around and saw who had saved me, Dave Moffatt. I drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out.

"Hi!" He said cheerfully.

I smiled and tucked my hair beind my ears. A reaction to being nervous. "Um, hi... Dave."

"Don't worry about Gare, he's rude to everyone. Even me and I'm his source of employment!" He exclaimed.

I laughed and relaxed. "Uh... you guys did awesome tonight! The concert really rocked."

"Aw shucks... thanks!" He kidded. I immediately thought I'd like this guy, he was so laid back, and funny! "So what were you staring at?" He asked.

"Erm... the dog!" I said eyeing Little Miss Moffatt who was in Bob's arms.

"Oh... you wanna see her? It's okay I can let you inside the... uh yellow tape thing." He said lifting up the yellow "Do Not Cross" tape.

"Sure." I followed him to where Scott and Bob were chatting and he introduced me to them. Bob smiled and said "hi", Scott said a passing "how are you doing" and walked off to talk to Sheila. Needless to say, I was disappointed. But I did get to hold Little Miss Moffatt who was about the cutest shihtzu I had ever seen. I chatted with Bob and Dave and when Clint came down from the tour bus he walked me back to the other side of the yellow tape.

"Well it was cool meeting you and I hope you come to another of our concerts." Said Clint.

"Definitely!" I exclaimed. He smiled and I said, "I wouldn't miss seeing Moffy for the world!"

Laughing, Clint said good bye, gave me a hug, and walked back.

I sighed with contentment. A few of the girls that I had elbowed during the concert were glaring at me from the side. "Get a freaking life!" I yelled.

I drove back to my hotel and called my parents. My Mom asked how the show was and my Dad asked when I was coming home. Afterwards I ordered room service and looked out the balcony. I knew where the Moffatts lived but... I was hesitant to see them. I mean would they be upset that I had just decided to come over? Would they be happy? Would Scott show absolutely no interest in me? I was paranoid, yes, but I couldn't help it. I had come to see Scott Moffatt and it looked as if I was going to have to scrub my whole mission. I blew out a long breath and decided to go over and see if they were home. The worst they could do was to tell me to go away and never come back. I could be shunned as a fan... but that was overexaggerating, right?

I grabbed my jacket and drove over. "Yup that's the Moffatt Mansion," I said to myself.

This was about the time that my heart was beating through my chest. I was short of breath and thought if there were any time to have a heart attack, right now would be about the best time. My deep rooted love for Scott popped back up, not the best time since I couldn't breath anyway but...

I could hear loud music pumping through the walls and wondered if I should just turn away. The door opened and a really cute brunette guy stepped out.

"Hey!" He said greeting me.

"Um, hey?"

"You a friend of someone's?" he asked.

"No... I met the guys earlier today and I uh... erm... I'd be bothering them wouldn't I?"

He glanced back at the house and said, "Nope. We're just hanging out. I don't think they'd mind. Then again I'm not them so... just go and knock and if you want, tell them you're a friend of mine and I invited you."

"You would do that for me?" I asked incredulous to his kindness.

"Sure... by the way my name is Mike. I gotta go drop something off somewhere so maybe I'll see you later."

"Yeah okay, bye Mike." I watched him go around the house and I once again started for the door. I thought about Scott, but not about how cute he was or how talented he was. I thought about what was inside him. What was in his head, in his heart. Then I smacked myself and walked up to the door. I cleared my throat and thought of what I would say to whoever answered the door.

"Hi I'm... no, no, no... Hey! Mike invited me... no, no, no... Damn it." I knocked on the door and then gasped when I realized what I had done. I was just about to run away, a chicken shit thing to do I know, when the door opened and a really pretty blonde answered it.

"Um hi?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat and stammered, "um... hi, hello. I was um..."

"Are you looking for someone?" She asked. And I caught the annoyance in her tone.

"Yeah Mike."

"He just left." She said. I started to turn when she added, "he'll be back soon so if you want to wait for him... come in."

I walked inside and she closed the door.

"So Mike invited you?"

I nodded.

Clint walked into the foyer and offered the girl a drink. He put his arm around her then looked at me. "Hey I remember you!" He said.

The girl raised an eyebrow and he laughed, "she was at our concert today. We met her backstage."

"You're a groupie?" She asked disdainfully.

I was thisclose to tears but somehow I managed to shake my head.

"Hey Cami calm down."

"She said she was a friend of Mike's."

"Uh... well... are you?" Clint asked.

I nodded again. "He's about 6 foot, brown hair and green eyes?"

Clint nodded, "yeah that's Mike. See Cami she knows him. Let's get back to the party." He walked into one of the larger rooms and left me with the blond girl.

She glared at me then snidefully remarked, "Mike has blue eyes."

She left me standing by the door feeling like an idiot. God I shouldn't have come, I thought to myself. I placed my hand on the door knob and quietly walked out. Tears streamed my face and I thought, all I wanted to do was meet Scott...

I bumped into Mike and he said, "Hi there! Hey you're leaving?"

I looked up so he could see my face and his smile turned into a look of worry.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I shouldn't have come. This was a violation of their privacy."

"Was Clint rude? Because he's like that, I don't know why but he is sometimes."

"No it wasn't Clint. He was nice... it was Cami. She knew I wasn't a friend of yours and... I just shouldn't have come." I said walking away. He grabbed my arm and smiled.

"It's okay. Cami may seem like a bitch but she's really the greatest friend to have, she'll always stick up for you. But I can see you don't care about that. Come back inside with me and I'll show you around."

"No it's okay. I've already felt like an idiot for one night. I just want to go home."

He sighed and said, "you wanna go talk? I mean you obviously like the guys and I think you just wanted to meet them, right?"

I nodded.

"Maybe I can tell you a few things about them if you don't feel like seeing them right now."

I wiped my tears away and smiled. "Okay."

He took me to a side of the house that was lit up by the moon and we talked about the Moffatts.

"Haha and this one time Clint was so plastered we kept making fun of him and he'd just smile."

I laughed.

"Hey do you have a favourite Moffatt? I mean was there one specifically that you wanted to meet tonight?"

I nodded, "yeah... Scott."

"Oh, you're a Scott Moffatt fan, eh?" He laughed. "Scott's cool. He's actually one of my best friends."

I glanced at him. "Oh God really?"

He smiled, "yup. Me and Scott go way back. Actually," he said turning around, "this is his bedroom window."

I looked behind him and stared at the double-paned window. The lights weren't on and the curtains were drawn.

"I had fun talking with you Mike but I should get going."

"Hey um... I wouldn't normally do this but... I think he would really like you."

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"I mean Scott. Scott would really like you."

"No I don't want to bother him. Really Mike it's okay." I said standing up.

"Just... look. I know my best friend and the dude would like you. I mean really like you."

I sighed, "okay you have my attention."

"Come back tomorrow morning."

"What?"

"Listen... come back tomorrow. I'm sleeping here tonight so I can tell him about you. Then when you come back, say around... 8 you can meet him."

"I don't know..." I said unsure of his plan.

"Look don't be scared just because you're feeling nervous. I know he would like you and I know you would like him. Even if not in a 'more than friends' way at least in a friends way. Just come back." He pleaded.

I reluctanty nodded. "Mike, thanks... for everything. I don't think I'd be meeting him if it weren't for you and your help."

"Hey no problem. Just don't forget, 8 AM."

I nodded then walked to my car.

// / end dream \ \\

Weird dream huh? See I remember meeting some chick yesterday after the concert and I remember Cami talking about some groupie stalking us. But after that I went to sleep. I was tired. I never got to talk to Mike though which makes me wonder if any of that really happened. He's still passed out in Clint's room. I could ask him but the man's grouchy in the morning.

As I take a look at the clock I see it's almost 8. Yes I got up early just in case that freaky-ass dream came true. Who am I kidding? That couldn't have happened, could it?

Ah, the door bell's ringing. Since Bob's the only one up I'm guessing he's answering it... *deep breath*

"Hey Scott!" Bob yells.

"Yeah?" I nervously call back.

"Could you wake up Dave? He has a package."

*sigh* "Uh yeah... sure."

Well let's go wake up Dave shall we? I knock on his door and he groggily calls out, "yeah?"

"You have a package at the front door."

"Alright."

I start back to my own room thinking I can get in another 2 hours sleep.

"Hey Scott!" Bob yells.

"Yeah?"

"Come down here!"

"Okay." I walk down. The door bell didn't ring so it can't be that chick, I think to myself. I kick off my shoes at the end of the stair case and walk into the den. No Bob here.

"Scott!"

"Yeah?"

"At the door!"

Oh... could it be? No the door bell didn't ring... unless...

I walk into the foyer and see Bob talking to someone outside. He turns around and smiles. "You got a visitor." He starts to walk away then whispers, "a cute one."

I place my hand on the door knob and slowly open it. A medium height, brunette with bright blue-hazel eyes glances nervously in my direction.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Um... hi I'm a friend of Mike's. He was supposed to... uh..."

"Tell me that you're coming this morning to see me?"

She nods.

"Oh well... yeah he told me," I lie, "you want to come in?"

"Yeah I would." She smiles which makes her even more pretty.

I smile back at her. So maybe dreams can have a “Here I am!” attitude after all. You think?

© 2001 KimbersAnn