There were some people at Charlies who had gone to the show, one guy spotted me with my program. He was wearing a red shirt with a white sketch of Clay's face. It was the same pose that appears on his Measure Of A Man cd.

I browsed the song book for that Beatles song and what do you know, the guy didn't have it! He had about two-dozen Beatles songs but not that one. Go figure! Ok so I put in Invisible, I also thought I would do Sarah McLaughlin's song Posession.

At some point I got into a conversation with a small group of people about Mass T ransit and how Denver really needed a Mass Transit System like what was called B.A.R.T (Bay Area Rapid Transit) back in the San Francisco Bay Area where I used to live. I thought about it as I had ridden the bus arount to it's suburbs and to other nearby cities "When I first got to Denver , I thought they could use a system like B.A.R.T. that could go to Boulder, Stapleton Airport, Littleton and The Denver Tech Center". Now, since we had talked about the show, and they had noticed my Clay Aiken program, I thought to draw a little comparison "B.A.R.T is the "Clay Aiken" of the Mass Transit systems!" It made sense B.A.R.T is a great system worthy of imitation and it word really be great in Denver.

Now I don't go getting drunk on a regular basis (Clay, please don't be mad at me.), but that night, I got toasted. The concert was a very fun time, oh yeah! Yet, there was an element of stress that had gone on. Somehow, on one hand, it felt like...like I had gotten into some sort of fight with Clay. Figuratively speaking (I know that sounds weird), like the concert was some sort of tramatic experience. In some respect, it was with all the overloading that went on before I came apart. Well, now I was resorting to drinking (I am not saying I drink over having problems! I don't matter of fact, I hardly drink but tonight seemed like one of those nights for a few drinks). Yet on another, I was totally stoked and this was the After-Party break out the beer!

BAR FIGHT?????
There was a possible chance that a bar brawl may have happened that night if....
Here is the scoop:
I was sitting at a table by myself and I had put my C.A. program on the table when someone who came and stood nearby to watch someone sing and set his glass of beer on the table....right smack on my program - that is if I had not moved it in time. JERK!!!! He SO did THAT on purpose!!!! I moved it with less than an inch to spare before the glass would have touched it. I was thinking "there would have so been a fight if that glass set down on my Clay Aiken!!!!!"

I was buzzing by the time I got up to sing Invisibe. On this night, singing it took on a whole new dimension. I sang it like I was singing it to Clay. My passions and emotions were all going full-steam. For the first verse I changed up the lyrics to reflect my wishing Clay 'could could breathe me into his life.

"If you were invisible, you could just watch me in my room, if you were invisible, you could make me your baby tonight. If hearts were unbreakable, I could just tell you how I feel. You would be the smartest man if you were invisible, no chance, I can see you!"

For the second verse I could relate to "I call out your name, you don't hear a sound" because he could not hear me at the show. I remembered how I was waving my program frantically whenever Clay came over to my side of the stage. I wished of Clay: you could read what goes through my mind (It's not nasty, I promise!) (I threw that extra line in quickly) and that "I could touch you with the colors of my life."

On the bridge part of the song, I sang how "I could reach out and you would'nt even see me, even if I scream out you would'nt ever hear me I am so lost without you, I don't know this world I'm going through" I thought I was going to breakdown just after this point. As the background went "Invisible, Invisible, Invisible, Invisible", I sang "Oh I love you, oh I need you..." nearly in tears and then I sounded the battle cry as I charged into the last chrous line "Oh Clay Aiken!!!! If you were invisible....." I did not sing all off key though I was a bit intoxicated and I was a bit emotional by the time it was all over. It was a little like before I brokedown at the Pepsi Center, happy and sad, hot and cold.

After that, I went over to the Karaoke dj who knows me as a regular. He said I did great. I told him I was singing it to Clay and I showed him my program. "Ain't he beautiful? I just went to the show". Then I told him that there was almost a bar fight because someone had set their beer glass down and it had just missed it. "I think the guy did that on purpose! So help me if that glass had touched it, there would have been a bar fight!" He handed it back to me and was and advised me to keep it with me. I told him I came straight from the concert and did not want to have to stop at home. Oh boy, there I went again, this time it was not a bawl but it was emotional. "He's the most beautiful boy in the world...." "Oh don't cry" This day was turning out to be a Beautiful Disaster....I was a wreck.

Being intoxicated had different affects of different people. I have never been one who gets obnoxious and stupid when I am drunk and tonight was no exception but I was more "loose" in the sense of relaxed and not afraid to get up and dance to a song I liked or sing along but did not interfere with the singer. There was one of my co-workers at the coffee shop who got up and sang the 80's Soft Cell hit Tainted Love. I remember singing along and dancing, but there were other people dancing too. Then there Brandon and Chris who sang Anastasia's You'll Never Be Alone and I cheered because noone ever does Anastacia except me or Brandon.

I was a bit talkative and outgoing as a result of being "loose" especially when it came to talking about the show and my new found love: Clay Aiken, oh I got a little silly! Like I sat crosslegged on the floor next to someone else I know, because there were no chairs at the table. "Come on man, don't sit on the floor!" "There are no chairs!" I explained. He went and got me a chair. Brandon scolded me for liking Clay Aiken over Kelly Clarkson. How can you not like Kelly Clarkson with Low and Miss Independent!" and then "ooooh let me..." He got all "diva" and made like he was taking his shoe off to throw it at me and someone else told him to put his shoe back on. "Yeah put your shoe back on!" I repeated "So you saw Kelly Clarkson and Clay who?" he asked? This was all in playfulness but Brandon did not agree that Clay was as good as Kelly.

There was another situation where playfully got all foreward: I saw someone who looked a little like Clay with his hair and went "Are you Clay Aiken?" He said no. "You look like him. Can I pretend you are Clay Aiken?" "No, please, no." Oops, I think I scared him. I backed off. I really did not mean any harm. Now that was bold and something I don't do.

By the end of the night, I was totally drunk and I screwed up. Sarah Mclaclan's song. I could not keep my voice in key as I was probally too relaxed to control the muscles. I tried but I know I wrecked it. I could hardly hear myself singing but I could feel my voice not keeping the tune. I ended the song singing the last chorus line like this

You'll hold me down, kiss me so hard, you take my breath away and after you, wipe away my tears, just hold me Clay Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiken!

Well, it was a Clay Aiken night!

Sorry Sarah.