The night I had a Rockstar in my bedroom!

I often joke with my family and friends that if I am meant to meet Mr. Right, he will have to fall through my living room ceiling, because I am not going out there searching for him. Which makes this story funny. 

As I have mentioned in a past post my neighbor is a semi popular, known musician. I am not saying his name to protect his privacy. He rents the space next to my town home to use as his studio/office/home away from home. 

Fast forward to the other night around 1 AM when I am jolted awake by my cell phone ringing. I leave my phone on in case my adult children ever need me for any reason. I immediately think something is wrong and my heart is pounding as I jolt awake out of a deep sleep and sit up in my bed all disoriented. I reach over and grab my phone and I see my neighbors name on the screen. My first thought is he butt dialed me. I decide to answer because what if it is an emergency and not a butt dial. Why else would he be calling me in the middle of the night?

"Hello?" 

"Oh thank god you answered!" he says, with relief. " I'm so sorry to bother you but I locked myself out of my apartment and I was hoping you could let me crawl out your window to get to my place on the roof. I've been standing out here walking around looking for a way to climb up. I don't think our Super has a key and I didn't know what else to do. I apologize for this and I'm not sure whose window I have to climb out of, again I am so sorry! I was smoking outside on the patio and the wind blew my door shut."

"It's no worry at all" I answer, " I will be right down" 

I get out of bed and head downstairs to my back door to let him in. I can't seem to help myself when I open the door. My sarcastic sense of humor getting the best of me.

" The window is actually my bedroom and this has got to be the craziest story a guy has ever come up with to get into my bedroom and a Rockstar too!" I joke when I open the door to let him in. 

He laughs with me and follows me into my kitchen and his first words in my house are "wow your house is so clean" 

I am not sure what to say to that and think to myself as I look around my kitchen, is his place messy? or did he expect my place to be a mess as I take care of kids all day? 

I thank him for the compliment and lead him through my house. It's his first time inside my place and I feel the need to talk to try and make this  awkward moment feel less awkward. 

"This here is my work room" I say with a sweeping arm gesture,  as we leave the kitchen and walk through, what is suppose to be the dining room but is now turned into a play room for the kids I care for during the week. 

"and this is my living room" I continue as we walk through the third room toward the stairs that lead up to my bedroom and his access point to our shared roof and the way he can get back into his house. I am aware of my bedhead and face void of my usual makeup. If I was going to have a rockstar in my house I sure would have made sure I was looking my best. 

He stops at the bottom of the stairs and comments on the front room that is one of my favorite parts of my home. It's where our front door is and has big windows.  It's separated from the living room space by a arch and feels like a space all it's own. I put big bookshelves along one wall and my son's desk where he works on his art. His art pieces are all around the room. The nook is big enough for a large bean bag chair for reading. 

"This is a cool room" he comments, taking it all in. 

'Thanks, It's one of my favorite parts of this house." I answer, " My room is up here and your way to the roof" I lead the way up my staircase. I can not believe that he is going to be in my bedroom. I think of how jealous my brother-in-law and a few of my work parents are going to be when I share this story with them tomorrow. The parents are always on the look out for a chance to bump into my neighbor and exchange a greeting. And now I have him in my bedroom, crawling out my window!

"Can I share this story? Because this is crazy!  I had a Rockstar in my bedroom" I laugh. 

"Of course," he laughs with me, " I'm going to share this story too! And thanks again for this, I know how weird this is"

"No worries, I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to call me. Its no fun being locked out of your house in the middle of the night. I'm sure if the same thing happened to me, you would have no problem helping me out" 

I took him into my bedroom, with only the hall light to lead the way and walked over to my window that I opened for him as he stood behind me awkwardly. I hoped he wasn't noticing my clothes piled at the end of my bed or my desk piled with books and paperwork I needed to file away. As squeezed through my bedroom window, out on to our shared roof and I watched him crawl safely into his apartment with a wave and another  "thanks again"  I was already imagining how the text I was going to send my brother was going to begin....  "Sooooo ------- ------- was in my bedroom last night!" 

And that is how I ended up with a Rockstar in my bedroom in the middle of the night. My friend said that this makes a great beginning to a rom com that I should write. It actually does and I am putting it on the back burner in my notes for a book idea.  

It's funny but that is how life works. Every day holds the potential for a story. A new chapter in my life's book being written daily. Some days are routine and could be considered boring and then randomly one night you are awaken by your ringing phone and poof you have a funny story to share. Sure to this day a man has not fallen through my living room ceiling but I did have a semi famous musician/singer/rockstar crawling out my bedroom window! Never would have imagined that scenario happening in my life.