After the show, my husband and I planted ourselves in the alley behind the theater, hoping to meet Beam. After about two hours of waiting, we got our chance. Sam came out and greeted the eight or so fans standing outside the bus, taking genuine time to speak with each one of us and sign the various records and posters wed brought. When I shook his hand, I couldnt help but feel like I was meeting an old friend. He was gracious and humble and thanked us for our love and appreciation of his music. Im glad you like it, he said. Like doesnt even begin to describe it, but Ill take it. He signed our albums a set list for my husband and we took a picture with him. I wanted to stay and talk with him and ask him 10,000 questions about his songs, but my husband sweetly pulled me to him and told me wed better go. As we walked away, I felt my heart beating hard in my chest. I grabbed my husbands hand, kissed his cheek and we walked away in contented, smiling silence. Thanks, Sam.