Post by xbeyondinsanex on Sept 1, 2009 21:03:42 GMT -5
I'll never forget the day I first saw him. Mama taught me to be polite, but she taught me other things too - things I've since learned aren't so right. When Adam and I shook hands I took the measure of him and knew. Wasn't the first time I met a fag, but it was the first time I had to share a roof with one. Knowlingly anyway. I can't chase away the shame of my reaction, the sick I felt in my gut at having to associate with someone like him. I can't even use the word anymore, not even in jest. To use it now makes me as sick as sharing a house with one used to make me.
No matter how many times he tells me it's all in the past, I don't think I'll ever stop apologizing for it. Maybe outloud, but never to myself. See, I used to think that God only loved one kind of person. Don't know why it took me 24 years to see the error in that judgement. Why would God make so many kinds of people if He were only going to love one kind of person?
Adam and me, well, we aren't too much alike. But we do have a few things in common and that's enough of a foundation. There's music, for one. Love for our fellow man is another - and I don't mean it like that. Hell, I don't even mean the Godly way anymore.
Mama taught me a lot of things, but it was Adam Lambert that taught me the right way to love. Cause of him, I can love without bias - with an open heart. At night when I thank God for His blessings, I say a little prayer for Adam too. He'd laugh if he knew, but I think he's an instrument of God. Through his friendship he changed my heart. Who knows how he'll change the world through his music? No one can tell, but a change is gonna come, I can feel it. And mark my words, Adam's the one to bring it on. I'm just glad he started with me.
This was actually an idea already kicking around my head.
"Now, you two don't worry about anything, okay? We are going to have the best time ever, right, Grayson?" Adam knelt next to the little boy, who gave him a huge hug.
"If he gives you any trouble, honey, just call us. You have the number, right?" Tiffany handed Adam a Thomas the Tank Engine backpack full of toys, snacks, videos and coloring books. "I can't believe you're giving up a Saturday off for this."
"It's what you do for family, silly. You guys go off and unpack. Don't worry about anything. Grayson and I are buddies and my mom's on speed dial." He looked like he'd shoo them off if he didn't have one hand full of four-year-old and the other with the bag.
Michael hefted the baby in one arm and smiled. He'd been worried about making the move to LA, but between Adam and the Irahetas and the friends they'd made in their new church, everything seemed to be going fine. "Still, gotta thank you. It's a load off our minds."
Adam carried Grayson to the door, and they all waved bye-bye. The Sarvers joined the other couple from their church in the rental SUV. The Andersons looked at them funny as Tiffany buckled the little girl in her car seat and Michael took his place as the driver.
Pat, in the passenger seat next to him, looked at him funny. "You sure about that?"
"Sure about what?" Michael felt for a clutch that wasn't there. He hated automatic transmissions.
"Leaving your kid with…that."
"Adam? Grayson loves him. He's a kid magnet." It was going to be "Uncle Adam" this and "Uncle Adam" that at bedtime that night. Michael grinned at the thought. "And what do you mean, 'that', anyway?"
"What if he comes back wearing make-up or something?"
Tiffany laughed. "He tried that once, when we were in Arizona. Grayson decided he didn't want to sit still and he looked like a little raccoon. I think Adam was traumatized."
"That doesn't bother you?" Melissa shook her head. "What if it…affects him?"
"He's four years old, for God's sake, honey. And, anyway, nothing we can do will change what he is. Not going to say I want him to be gay, but if he is, he is."
Michael turned onto the freeway heading for their new house. "That's the truth."
"You wouldn't mind if your son turned out to be like that fag?" Pat sounded shocked. "I thought you were a Christian."
"I am one. And, let me tell you, Anderson. Adam may not be a Christian, but if my son was like him, I'd be proud. Adam never stopped working in all the time I knew him. When we weren't rehearsing or on stage, he was doing interviews or writing songs or music, and every day off the rest of us got, he was recording or traveling or doing something else. He worked so hard he got sick, and he still worked as hard as they let him. I want my son to be hard-working."
"Don't forget the rest, honey." Tiffany sounded approving.
"Yeah. He's also about the kindest, nicest guy ever, with perfect manners. Look at him babysitting on his first day off in a month. He thanks paparazzi who stalk him, and he thanks fans screaming in his ears. I want my son to be a gentleman, one who knows what battles to fight. And I want him to be strong and clear on who he is. I'd rather he be a Christian and a husband and father, but if he ends up anything like Adam, I'd be proud of him the way Adam's parents are proud."
"As long as he's happy."
"Yeah, Tiff. That, too. And, hey, who wouldn't want their son an international superstar? Cause Adam's gonna be that, too." He got off the freeway.
"Um. Sarver? This is the way to the church, not your house."
"Yeah, cause we're dropping you guys off at your car. I think we'll do better unpacking alone."
"Might think about a new church."
Michael could see Tiffany shaking her head in the rear view mirror. "Nah. We'll just change a few minds here. We're going to be strong, too."
Post by pinkygoldfish on Sept 2, 2009 16:14:54 GMT -5
This is great! Thanks for writing bb!
I liked this detail: "Michael felt for a clutch that wasn't there. He hated automatic transmissions. " It felt very in character for me. Plus I drive a manual and I do that all the time when I'm in an automatic car!