In honor of Valentine’s Day, I thought I would share an excerpt from my book about the love of my life, my life-long Valentine <3
As I listened to the lapping waves, my thoughts turned to other things. Music had always been my dream, but I always thought there would be someone there to share it with. I never pictured myself living the single life, but instead, I pictured my wife with me on the tour bus. I wanted to get married and have a family someday. Throughout my life, I had prayed that God would lead me to that person. But I had always been so focused on being the best I could be musically and academically that I had never had time for a serious relationship. I believed it had worked out for the best, but with my new celebrity status, it would be harder than ever to meet someone and know they were interested in me and not just because I was an American Idol finalist.
Suddenly, my thoughts landed on Christina. How long had it been since we’d talked?
We talked on the phone while I was on the Idol TV show, and we’d even planned to get together one week, but it was the week I was eliminated, so I went to New York to do media instead. I didn’t talk with her much once I went on tour.
I dialed her number and then realized it was 3:00 am, California time. I almost hung up, but she answered on the first ring. “Hang on,” she whispered. “I’m going outside so I don’t wake my roommate.” After a short pause she said, “Okay, I can talk now.” Her voice melted me.
“I’m sorry, were you sleeping?”
“No, not at all. I’m starting an internship at NBC tomorrow, and I guess I’m too nervous to sleep. Where are you? Are you still on tour?”
I filled her in on the post-Idol details and told her about the incredible experience I had on tour. She told me about her new internship, and I was lost in the melody of her voice.
Sighted men and women are often first attracted to each other because of physical appearance. And I had some physical attractions, too. Though I could only see a tiny sliver of a person’s face or hair at one time, for some reason, I’d always found myself attracted to blondes. And Christina was a blonde. But for me, the primary attraction was auditory. I was attracted to girls who had melodious voices. Christina not only had a beautiful voice, but her tone was also very expressive. Her emotions came through in every word she spoke.
We had been talking for an hour when she said, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and wondering what you’re up to. I’m glad you called.”
Before I let her go, I had to ask her one question. “So, are you seeing anyone right now?”
“No actually, I’m not.”
“Really?” What started out as a whimsical call had turned into the most fortuitous call of my life. Christina was single, I was single, and I’d always been attracted to her. This was the moment I’d been waiting for.
“Would you want to go out with an American Idol?”
Without hesitating, she answered.