By Ellie Behman
Ever since I was a little girl I have been completely mesmerized by all types of entertainers, especially movie stars. You can imagine the thrill I felt when my brother and sister-in-law took me on a trip to California when I was a young kid and hinted that we might bump into my favorite movie star at the time, Richard Todd. I can see the reader shaking his head wondering who on earth that was. It was a long time ago. Sadly, that meeting never occurred, but his picture is still in my old scrap book reminding me that he actually sent it to me and signed it.
Famous singers were also on my list of interesting favorites. One such singer was Elvis Presley, known as The King. My best friend and I attended his concert in Cleveland, but unfortunately the crowd of screaming teenagers prevented us from hearing one note. We comforted ourselves by feeling grateful for being in his presence.
Well, there you have it, two disappointments in a young girls’ life that left a lasting memory. I watch movies to this day with the intensity of a forensic scientist, checking out every last detail. I proudly tell anyone within earshot the names of the actors, who they are married to and what movies they starred in. I have since found out no one cares. This is just useless information to most people, but it is important to me. Besides, no one corrects me because they really aren’t sure if my lust for trivia is true or not.
My interest in people in the entertainment field is ongoing. A few years back I received tickets to a show where a Neil Diamond impersonator was performing. Even though he wasn’t the real thing, I was as excited as that little girl many years ago. When the long-awaited day finally arrived, Ron and I found our seats and were surprised we were at the first table next to the stage. What luck. The band started to play and I anxiously waited for the performer to appear. There was one small glitch in my anticipated afternoon. Ron leaned down to whisper to me “the music is so loud, I’m going in the back. You stay here and enjoy the show.” Not what I planned, but I was far too thrilled to mind.
The impersonator looked like Neil Diamond, sounded exactly like him, and from the first note, I was hooked. He paused between songs and addressed the audience saying that at each show he liked to select a lady to come to the stage so he could sing a love song to her. I came out of my trance long enough to mutter under my breath “not me, please not me.” I looked the other way, not wanting to make eye contact. Before I knew it, he stood before my table, took my arm and walked me to the stage. From that moment on I believe I had an out-of-body experience as he twirled me around and sang to the familiar music. Periodically he asked me questions but I think I had the “deer in the headlights look” and could barely remember my name.
Then I heard Ron’s voice call out from the back of the room, “Ellie, Ellie, I’m here.” I’m pretty sure he didn’t want me to forget he existed. Everyone laughed and I snapped out of my temporary amnesia while the singer gallantly escorted me back to my seat.
I had finally rubbed elbows with someone in show business and realized my long awaited desire to meet a star. In those few short minutes I turned into that star-struck little girl of long ago.
Ellie, a freelance writer for more than 40 years, has written more than 400 articles. She and her husband spend as much time as possible at their cabin where they enjoy the beauty of the surrounding area. This is where she accomplishes the majority of her writing, as it is the perfect, quiet setting for a writer.