He smiled repeatedly as he handed out flyers to passersby.
His voice rang out confidently: “My name is Jameson Hall. I’d love to see you at my concert.”
After each time he said it, he’d turn to me with a bright smile.
I smiled back, my eyes crinkling with joy, and added, “He’s Jameson Hall. Come see his concert. You’ve got to!”
In truth, the promotion didn’t work very well. No one had time to come to see an unknown singer perform, even if it was free.
After the first concert ended, Jameson tried his best to hide his disappointment, not wanting to spread his negative emotions to me.
But I noticed. I wanted to cheer him up, so I said, “Hey, that was like a private concert just for me! One day, when you’re famous, I probably won’t even be able to get tickets anymore.”
His smile returned, “That won’t happen. I’ll always save a special seat for you.”
He went from being an unknown singer with no audience…
To now, where his tickets sell out in a flash.
My superstar, finally too big to get tickets for.
