You were just leaving

"I was just leaving, Carrie," you tell her, hoping she'll buy your excuse and give you a little more time with her, "I guess I did go and let time get away from me, didn't I?"

"Oh, that's fine John," she tells you, flashing you a relieved smile, leading you to believe she probably was expecting trouble from you, "I was just a little concerned, though, I'll admit. Because I don't remember ever seeing you at these things before."

As the wheels turn in your head, you're pretty sure you remembered reading that there are a lot of industry parties during this week, and since you haven't seen Carrie's husband around, you decide to go for broke.

"I happened to get this pass by sheer luck," you tell her as you walk out of her bus together, "and I knew I had to try and use it to get to meet you. But if I'm starting to be a bother to you, I can go."

"No, stay John," she tells you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back onto the bus for a minute, "I like to pride myself on doing anything for my fans. And I just so happen to need a date for my record label's party tonight."

"Say no more Carrie, I'm your man," you tell her, hoping that the quickness of your answer didn't give away what your endgame for the night was with her.

"Great. See you tonight, then," she tells you, grabbing a piece of paper and getting the name of your hotel from you so she can have a limo pick you up.

You were pretty proud of yourself as you drove yourself back to your hotel, but now all you had to figure out was a way for you to close the deal and spend the night with the girl of your dreams.