How is that possible? How could I leave such a bit as this? Number on-surely I would remember saying something to Barry Gibb. I knew of various occasions when I had met and talked with Andy, but not one thing could I think about having met Barry, Robin, and Maurice-the brothers Gibb. I knew I had departed to Las Vegas once to see them in concert-and a big show it was! Could that be where I met them? I made my mind sort back through the arrival, concert, and the end of the show, trying to sort though a possible moment when I saw them together backstage, at the cars, in the hotel lobby. Nope! Nothing came to mind. Celebrities were always showing up in nearby Orem at the Osmond Studios. Had they been guests on an Osmond Family or Donny & Marie Show where I`d been a member of the audience. Not a chance. I remembered that Maurice had produced an album for Alan, Wayne, Merrill, and Jay at their studio in Provo. Had all the brothers been there, I`d run into them, and simply forgot? I didn`t need to think that was possible. As a thing of fact, nothing seemed possible. I`d honestly believe that the whole affair was a figment of my imagination, except there was the notecard pasted into my autograph books with all three signatures, and tied a "Love" from Maurice. My memory bank did get a tale about Barry Gibb having stood outside of the Orem ZCMI one afternoon and some woman going up to ask, "Are you Barry Gibb?" His reply, "Yes, Ma`am." "Why are you standing outside the ZCMI?" she asked. Barry nodded his mind toward the memory and said, "My wife. She`s inside shopping." That was the sole explanation the woman required to help her understand. Now I was stressful to understand-did I acknowledge that woman? How did I recognize that level? And where in the heck did I see the trinity of them? You get to know, I possess a fairly good memory. I can assure you plots of books I say when I was in junior high, for Pete`s sake, but I couldn`t remember anything about this case at all. Embarrassed at having forgotten or not, I had to live so I took the encounter at a late dinner with several old friends. At first I asked Jess. I thought she had departed with me to see them in Vegas. "No, we didn`t satisfy them there. I would have remembered," she said. That`s what I thought, I laughed to myself. "Mary, when did I see the Bee Gees?" Mary and I had also gone to scores of concerts and celebrity events together. "How in the heck would I know?" she asked. I thinking I had to be losing my mind, until she came to my mental-health rescue. "But they were at the studio one metre for a telethon. Telethon! That had to be it. Celebrities passed in and out of both the movement and back lobbies at the annual Children`s Miracle Network telethons all the time, sometimes in a hurry, and others taking life slow enough to check for an autograph and photos. That had to be it! It must have been at a telethon where I met the Bee Gees. I`ve managed to convince myself this is the truth because there is no other choice. But it should would be nice if I could somehow remember something more about that day. At least I`ve still got the autograph to prove I`m not completely crazy.
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