“Oh my God! That was you and Whitney.” My sister said jumping up out of the chair.
“Yes that was you!” My mom screamed as she ran over to hug me.
“This is so good.” My brother said. “I can’t believe that’s actually you.”
“I love it!” One of my cousins screamed. “And you don’t have to guess what family you come from either. You are as loud and crazy as all of us. Just like you are around here.”
Right then, the commercials were over and the interview came back on.
My mom said, “Shhh everybody! It’s back on.” My mom said shaking both hands by her lips.
We all witnessed the remainder of my dream interview with Whitney and talked the rest of the evening about how blown away we all were that it really happened. Everyone was really happy for me. When the house cleared and it was time to go to bed, I stayed up and watched the tape of that interview over and over again. It was hard for me to digest my 12 year journey in the twelve minutes shown on MTV. Days, weeks and months later, MTV played re-runs of the interview. People seemed to recognize me everywhere I went. I had no idea how big MTV really was until I went traveling different places and found out people would still recognize me from my MTV moment.
The brief Whitney fame I had was enjoyable. For the first time I got to understand the true scope of Whitney’s legendary status through unexpected encounters with die hard Whitney fans online and in person. Fans would walk up to me randomly and talk about how long they too have loved Whitney Houston. I slowly began to realize that I wasn’t Whitney Houston’s number one fan at all. I was one of the hundreds of thousands of self-proclaimed number one Whitney fans that surrounded the globe.
As I would listen to other fans I would quietly think, Wow! They love Whitney just as much as I do. I am blessed that I was even chosen, it could have so easily been one of them. Where were they when I was fifteen? My Whitney journey was lonely. I can’t believe I thought I was the only number one fan, but I did. Listening to other fans made me feel even more grateful for my experience.
In addition to becoming aware of all of Whitney’s fans, I also started to receive many invitations to speak at high schools, churches and youth organizations about never giving up on your dreams. My experience was not just mine anymore. It was now a tool for me to help encourage others to follow their dreams. It blew my mind to see people be inspired to go after their dream just because I went after mine. This new truth made me want to thank anyone who was even remotely involved in making my dream come true. And at the top of my list was none other than media mogul, Oprah Winfrey. I felt like I just had to thank Oprah. But I didn’t want to write or email Oprah because that just seemed too impersonal. I wanted to thank her in person, for reigniting the hope in my dream. I just had to figure out how little ole me was going to get to Oprah Winfrey.
I decided that the best way for me to see her in person was to travel to Chicago and attend one of her show tapings at Harpo Studios. It took me a couple of weeks to get through those busy Oprah phone lines, but when I did, I secured my friend and I a seat in the audience. My plan was to get Oprah’s attention for ten seconds. In those ten seconds, I would thank her for inspiring me to manifest my dream moment with Whitney Houston.
On April 20, 1999, I entered Harpo Studios for an Oprah Winfrey Show taping. As soon as I took a seat in the audience, I sent up a quick prayer. God please let Oprah give me ten seconds, even if she doesn’t know why. As always, God delivered! I recommend always making room for God. During one of the show’s commercial breaks, I summoned the courage to put up ten fingers in front of Oprah’s face. The only reason she even saw me was because I was literally sitting three rows from the front, dead center. She couldn’t miss seeing me if she tried. Where I was sitting was no coincidence. I had persuaded Oprah’s audience supervisor, David Gloor, to sit me this close. After a little begging and prodding, he agreed and sat my friend and I in seats right in front of Oprah!
Oprah looked me right in the eyes and said, “Ten what?”
I couldn’t believe she was actually speaking to me. I knew I had better not half step with the queen of talk. I had to speak up and I HAD TO DO IT NOW!
“Ten seconds I would like to have with you before the show is over.” I quickly replied. Oprah smiled, nodded and went on with the show. I’m sure she has a heard some of everything from people in her audience over the twenty-five years she did her show. I didn’t know if this was her way of saying no, yes or maybe later. And since I’m an optimist at heart, I convinced myself that Oprah meant we would talk later. Don’t laugh or roll your eyes! It’s what I really told myself. When the taping was finally over, I was eager for my ten seconds with Oprah. Unfortunately, after thanking everyone for coming to the show, Oprah was on her way out of the studio. Before she turned around to leave, I was able to make eye contact with her. She caught my desperate puppy dog look out the corner of her eye.
Oprah looked at me and said “I gotta go (pointing at her watch), I can’t stay. I have to get ready for the second show.” She then smiled and turned around to leave.
Before she could take one step I said, “Uh, uh Oprah.” Talk about making a daring moment even more intense. The people in the studio were so quiet. Everyone heard me. I could see some of Oprah’s employees side eye me like, “Who does she think she is to stop Oprah from leaving her own studio?” But I was relentless. I had to block out the frightening silence and the hostile side eyes to focus on the reason I had even come, which was to thank Oprah. And that’s exactly what I planned to do.
Oprah looked at me again and said, “I just can’t stay. I really must go.”
“Oprah please.” I said looking at her like she would be literally killing me if she took one step away from me. “Ten seconds is all I need.”
“Alright then.” She said. “Go ahead then.
“What! Did I really just convince Oprah to actually listen to me. This had God written all over it, because in no way did she want to stop and listen to me. But my prayer was for to give me 10 seconds even if she didn’t know why. And that’s exactly what happened.