The emotion of a dream
Nashville Bridgestone Arena
19 July 2013
“It was fantastic, incredible, unimaginable!” I enthuse as soon as Libby came to wake me up. I’m still wrapped up like a chrysalis in my Tiffany-colored sheets in my splendid princely bedroom on the third floor of the Parker Mansion. She doesn’t imagine me coming back at the three in the morning completely beat and not having slept a wink.
“You must be mad!” she says in an incredulous smile when I could be bothered to answer her good morning. “A little birdie told me about …”. I stop her before she could say anything more.
I’ve known her all my life and know when she’s joking. She is the daughter of the governess who works with us, with her father having died when she was little, which is just one of the very many th
