3:30 @ 2648 Lyndale Ave

There it sits.
ROBOTlove,
a small building on Lyndale Avenue
tucked away from the road
like it's playing hide and seek.
In those doors waits the one and only
Claudio Sanchez.

A white crunchy frosting covers the ground.

Watching my brother and I move toward the door

you might have thought you were witnessing a marathon.

Just inside these doors...

Jumping Jehoshaphat there he is!
Dark, curly hair springs from his head
stretching wider than his shoulders.
He looks something like a poodle.

Boxes covered in talking cities

contain smirking Kill Audio figures

The key to meeting their creator.

This is unbelievable.
No other fans, just us
ROBOTlove employees
and Claudio.

I gotta say something unique
or at least something smart.

He shook Jake's hand!
I thought he didn't do stuff like that.
Good thing Jake's less nervous as me.
(Actually, his knees were shaking)

Oh no, I was gonna say that
and that.
That too...

WhatdoIsay?
WhatdoIsay?

Placing my box on the table
I watch as Claudio's Sharpie glides over the top
Hey, that's the Keywork
and his signature.
He's drawing a face (melting and sad) like he did on Jake's!

Say something!

Claudio looks up.

his brown eyes inviting me to speak.
Scrambling, five words make their way out of my mouth;

“Can we have a picture?”

Damn, I sure am good with rockstars.