When I lived in Orlando, I went to see Rod Stewart at the Orlando Arena, and I spent the evening with his wife, Rachel Hunter.
Rachel Hunter.
The bus taking me downtown was late, and I had to hurry to get into the theatre to see the start of the show. As I ran in and asked which way to go, the person who looked at my ticket told me to take the corridor to the left and walk to the end of the corridor. He told me the block numbers were above the stairways leading to the seats. I walked down the corridor, looking for my block number. I found the number, but there was no one to check my ticket, so I walked up the stairs to where I thought my seat was.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I was amazed to see that I was level with and immediately above the stage. I also noticed that apart from one lady, there was no one else seated there. I looked for someone to check my ticket, and there was no one there. Checking all the seat numbers I passed, I walked down to the front and asked the beautiful lady who sat there if I was in the correct seating area and showed her my ticket. She said yes, it is. You are next to me, and she made room for me to sit down. We soon started talking, and she asked me if I was on holiday or living in Orlando. I told her I lived in Orlando and asked her if she lived there, and she replied she was there only for one night before moving on somewhere else. Throughout the show, no one else came up to the section of the theatre we were in. We had the entire upstairs level to ourselves whilst downstairs was packed. It looked like we were royalty, sitting in the Royal Box for a variety performance.
Rod's singing was fantastic, and I really enjoyed the show, singing away and dancing with the lady I was sitting next to. Towards the end of the show, Rod had a big bag of footballs lowered onto the stage and told the audience about his love for football. He then asked who wanted a football, and as people shouted at him, he would take a football out and kick it to them in the audience. With the last ball in his hands, he asked who wanted the last ball and looked around at the blonde woman who sat next to me. He told her to stand up with her hands out in front of her. Laughing, she stood up and held her hands out in front of her over the balcony. As she did, Rod Stewart kicked the football up to her. Without moving a bit, she caught the football that Rod had kicked into her hands.
I knew that Rod Stewart was a big football fan and that he was a pretty good player when he was younger, but I couldn't believe he had kicked it into the ladies' hands. As she sat down, I told her this and said that I was amazed that he had kicked it straight into her hands. She tucked the ball under her seat and started laughing. She turned to me and said, I will tell you a secret. He practices this all the time when we are at home. As she said it, I suddenly realized who this beautiful blonde woman that I had spent the entire show sat with, laughing and singing and dancing with was. I looked at her and said to her, you are Rachel Hunter, aren't you? She replied that she was. I then said to her, I don't suppose I am supposed to be sat here either, am I? Laughing, she told me that I wasn't really, but she didn't mind, especially when she heard my accent and realized that I was English.
The show was fantastic. Many people really enjoyed the show, but I was the only one of them who could say they spent the night singing and dancing with Rod Stewart's wife.
Rachel Hunter was a fantastic lady. Did I already say very beautiful? She was very kind to me, letting me stay and showing me a seat next to her. Rod, you have had many beautiful wives, but Rachel was beautiful inside as well as outside and has an adorable heart and personality. I'm so glad I went to your show and got to meet her.