Don't "Blink" or you might just miss the golden opportunity

Well Well Well...what do we have here? Yes, I know I haven't blogged in awhile. Sorry. Life's been busy since having a baby and all. I know that was 15 months ago...but they get tougher the older they get and take more time. So, here is the latest massage news.
Like some of you know, I often have gone to the McKay Events Center in Orem, UT to do massage for many of the concerts that come through there. This concert was going to be AWESOME though because Blink-182 was in town. I got a call Sunday night that they would need a massage therapist. So of course I went. Got there at 3pm Monday and set up my table and everything...but no Blink members needed one then. Production manager told me one of the Blink members, (name won't be mentioned here), wanted a massage after the show and she asked me if I could stay that long. I've done that before so, no prob. I told her I could. She said she'd probably want me to set up in his room so it was more secluded. I told her I had done that before and it shouldn't be a problem. She told me she'd let people know that I was here and get me some clients. Awesome! It was pretty slow since the room I was massaging in was far away from where everyone else was. But, I got a few clients, made a little money. One of the clients was the Blink tour manager. He needed some good neck and back work. Worked on him and he loved it! Thank goodness. He told me he would want to come back later for some more work. Sounds good. But, couldn't do it then, because of course, the show must go on. And so it did, the show began. I watched everyband play and even Blink. Third time seeing them - it was great. Travis Barker did a SWEET drum solo. Comes to the time where I wonder where I am supposed to go do to this big massage that I have scheduled. I walk downstairs to find out and get stopped by a pretty important looking security guy. He says, "Can I help you ma'am?". I said, "Yes, I am the massage therapist here today, and I'm supposed to be doing some massages after the show. Can you find our for me if they still need me?". He radios to the tour manager, and tour manager tells him to standby. So he tells me, "Standby ma'am, over there." And points to the wall. As I am "standing by" I see two of the Blink-182 guys. Wow...sometimes they look just as good in real life, and sometimes they don't. One of them didn't look as good, and one of them looked, well, WOW, better actually then I thought. Looks like he works out or something. I still crush on him after all these years. Finally tour manager finds me..."Hey Alisha, I think we're good, you can take off." My heart drops so hard it shatters when it hits the floor of my chest cavity. I say, "Oh, are you sure?". He says, "Yea, I'm sure, my neck feels really good, you did a great job, thanks. " Okay, he walks away...what do I do? This opportunity isn't about to be lost is it? Really? I see the production manager who first told me that this Blink member wanted the massage after the show. "Hey, so I guess he doesn't need the massage anymore. Tour manager just told me." She says, "Really?" With a confused look. "Well you got to at least see the show right?" My mind is racing...atleast I got to see the show?? Yes, I guess so. I got to see the f'in show. I've only seen them three times, but hey...once again, I got to see them. My heart is broken. It reminds me of my first love when he said the awful words, "I think we should break up." And I say, "NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" It's the equivelant to that, without all the tears. Heart broken, I walk back to my massage table and pack up. Practically lifeless, I carry it to the car, load the car, get in, close the door, then....SCREAM! HOW IN THE WORLD DID I MESS THIS UP? The opportuinity of a lifetime, shattered. My vision my dream to do massage for rock bands destroyed in a moment, in a few words exchaged, GONE! Every scenario of how this came to be went through my head. I have come to this conclusion: Tour manager said he wanted a massage later. So when I told Mr. security, "Do they still need me?" Tour manager maybe thought I was just talking about him. He was ultra busy so decided against having another massage, not thinking that Blink wanted a massage too. Perhaps he didn't know. I don't know. So, I blame it on myself. At least, this conclusion is how I live with myself. To know that he didn't want the massage for any other reason, would still leave me heart broken. So the moral of the story is this: When Mr. Security asks what I need, instead of saying, "Do they still need me?", I say, "Where do they need me to set up?" A Blink-182 poster now hangs near me daily with the words "NEVER AGAIN" pasted on the front. Some can say they've massaged Blink-182, but not many can say they almost did. I, however, fall into this small percentage. Next time I'll think before I Blink.