So there I was, where half the women in America would like to be, standing arm-in-arm with Tracy Lawrence.
Of course, we were both in that position because of our job. I had the opportunity to interview him, and I'm sure his PR manager makes sure he does interviews with reporters, whether he wants to or not.
When I called to schedule the interview, I was told the famous country singer only does interviews over the telephone on Tuesdays, if his schedule allows. But, due to a lot of issues too confusing for this blonde to understand, the Tracy Lawrence Secret Service said I could interview him at the meet and greet session that is normally held for VIPs before each concert. When I arrived, I watched everybody else ahead of me, so I would know what to do. Each person had something for him to autograph. After shaking his hand and getting his autograph, each person got their picture taken with the star.
About halfway through the line, the Secret Service started looking at their watches and saying things like "taking too long." It appeared after the 5 million phone calls I had made and received all day, that my efforts for the interview would be in vain. But no, they simply started moving faster. And before I knew it, there I was talking to him. I did as I promised and kept it short, very short. Admittedly, I normally try to keep interviews like a casual conversation. This time, I concentrated on not wasting precious seconds by stuttering.
Then we posed for the photo, with Miriam on one side and me on the other, and Tracy Lawrence right in the center with his arms around us. Panic time. I had rehearsed questions, but I did not rehearse being in a photo. Normally, I am behind the camera. And that's how I like it.
It only takes a second for a camera to snap, but in that brief second, a million thoughts went through my mind - was my stomach in, my hair okay? Did I remember to put on lipgloss before I went in? Oh my gosh, my arm is around him. Do I actually touch his back, or just rest my arm on air? Double gosh, he's a lot taller than I thought. Is my arm too low and he'll think I'm grabbing his country derriere? What is the big deal about this anyway that people get so excited about?
And then it was over.
I replayed the event in my mind and thought of things I wish I had said or asked.
Next time, I think I'll go ahead and stutter. Then it will last longer.