As I sit at home,watching "American Idol", its the only thing on, I felt the camera doesn't spend enough time on you. I have been a fan of hers since I first saw her on "In Living Color" as a fly girl; curly dark hair, skin tight pants/short thing, right then I knew, my life would not be complete till I met you.
I was in Los Angeles for business when a friend of mine mentioned he had tickets for the American Idol show that day. I jumped at the chance to see you, maybe even meet you.
We showed up and waited in line for what seemed to be an hour. They let us in and we took a seat. I had noticed the dressing rooms but I also noticed the security. I had to figure out a way to get by them.
That's when I saw a security jacket hanging off a chair behind the scene when I went to the bathroom. I quickly grabbed it and ducked into the men's room. I put on the shirt and took a deep breath. Either this was going to work or I'll be arrested on stalking charges.
I opened the door and walked out. Just then a lady with head phones came running up to me.
"Good," she said. "Jennifer will be here any minute, meet her outside and make sure she gets to her dressing room," she snapped and ran off
"What luck," I was thinking as I went to the judges entrance just in time to see her get out of her limo.
She was everything I had dreamt she was going to be. Standing 5'5" and weighing about 120 her caramel skin looked smooth as ever.
I walked up to her, and through the cries of fans, I escorted her to her dressing room.
Inside the room was a couch on one wall, a full length vanity mirror on the other. There was an assortment of flowers on a coffee table, some makeup and a wardrobe area. I closed the door behind me.
"Ms. Lopez" I stated "I am a huge fan of yours. I use to record In living color and pause on you dancing"