dear travis,
sorry it’s taken me so long to write since your concert last month. it was one of the best concerts i’ve been to; definitely in the top 5. you floored me! it was one of the first shows where i knew all the words. and where i actually sang out loud and jumped up and down at your prompting. i let go! at a concert! and loved it! i wasn’t embarrassed! when you started a new song it was like, oh! second album, third track. you really brought down the house. do you always smile while playing? does your music bring you that much joy, night after night? it brought me joy; i didn’t want it to end. i couldn’t get over how good the sound was in the crystal; normally that place sucks sound-wise. it’s either too loud, or you can’t hear the lyrics, or it’s a wall of fuzzy shit. but not the night you played. it was crystal clear. we were so lucky to be only about eight rows back; i could see the sweat on your brow. thanks for playing all my favorites and making fans out of my friends. anytime you’re in town, i’ll be there.
dear travis,
you are a gazelle. so graceful. i never tire of watching you swish those last-second three-pointers. i saw you in an interview once and you were so darn humble i wanted to take you home and introduce you to my parents. i jumped up from my seat when you scored the winning point in the last nano-second in memphis. and i heard your parents were up from alabama to see you. i think my heart just broke a little bit. my brother, who’s totally not a basketball fan, not even a celtics fan (him being near boston and all), totally loves you, too. he reminds me of that by singing the dirty hairy desert-tumbleweed-sound whistle whenever we’re on the phone. whoever came up with playing that after you score at home games is brilliant. genius. just like you. i’m totally whistling right now.
dear travis,
i was bummed i never talked to or saw you again after spring term freshman year. i wasn’t all the surprised, though. just a little hopeful that you would indeed write me with your address instead of just giving it to me upon your departure. did you know that my current boyfriend went to high school with you? yeah, he saw the only photo i have of you and was like, why the fuck do you have a picture of travis in your photo album? and i was all, well, it was this straggly guy from my dorm whom i hooked up with one night who never talked to me again except that one time in my dorm room when he came down, high, and i gave him a mug of water and took his picture. it was the same night you told me you would have made out with megan instead of me had the opportunity arose that one night. i felt really special after that. anyway, the last i heard, you had some disease; not an std or anything (that i know of!) and had dropped out of college because you were so sick. karma’s a bitch.