The dork in me happily says that I learned a lot and it was a wonderful experience. The rabid fangirl in me says to shut up and tell you about the good stuff. Which I shall because it is much jucier. In truth, I didn't even realize I had a fangirl attitude in me. I should have seen it though in the long sighs of Johnny Depp and the trivia hoarding of Director's movie secrets. So essentially, like the naive thing I am, I was unprepared for her hostile takeover when we reached the city of the stars.
I started out fairly normal. There is this woman named Pilar Alessanda whose instructional dvds we watched in screenwriting last year, so naturally I had to see her in real life. She was a much better speaker in person, very active. At the end of one of her seminars I ended up shyly walking up to her and asking for her autograph and a picture. I think I stunned the woman. She said that no one has ever asked her that before. I'm sure I was blushing. The scenario clearly called for a blush. So I got my picture and autograph and scuttled back to my seat feeling happy but bashful.
Yeah I don't know where the shy thing went because after that it was essentially out the door. A group of us went to the discussion panel with the writing duo who our responsible for this summer's major blockbusters--Star Trek and the Transformers series. They were mostly talking about how they got started in the business and then they revealed that they had written the Hercules and Xena television shows back in the day. You have no idea to what level I was obsessed with those shows when I was younger. Xena in particular was one of those shows that I could not allow myself to miss, and was the only show my mom would let me stay up and watch. (Somehow Xena was appropriate but the Spice Girls were not which is a whole other rant). I'll admit I wanted their autographs to begin with, but more for my dad because he's a huge fan of those films. Nope they're mine. He can't have them. God help those imbeciles who stood in my way because I'm pretty sure I was fixing death glares on them. Enter rabid obsession.
Then my epic momment. I still can't get over it because I can't freaking believe. This is what makes me a fangirl. I got John Cleese's autograph! But I will take it one step farther and say I got to touch his hand and he spoke! Pardon me while I pass out. This man is brillant. He knows comedy like no other. And comedy can be such a touchy thing. If you don't know who John Cleese is stop reading this blog and crawl out from under your rock (how are you getting internet anyway?). He's a Python for one thing, and he's a phenominal actor as well as a writer. And I got his autograph, damnit! I never thought I would get it. There were so many people crushing around to get to him. And then the were leading him away and I thought it was over. But he came out into the corridor that we were waiting in and the fangirl took over. She rushed up all big shiney eyes and thrust my notebook into John Cleese's hands. And he signed it so casually, said something polite, and kept walking. Now everytime I look at my notebook I get this giddy sensation--it's the fangirl rearing her starry-eyed head--and I just feel so cool.
That in and of itself is enough celebrity interaction to last me for a good long while. But not too long my notebook needs more signatures.
(Sorry for thequality of the picture it's the best I can do)
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