I screamed a lot in the car ride home. It was a 2 hour car ride home too. I shrieked a lot too. And sat in utter silence with a huge smile plastered on my face. Nothing could ruin that mood. And still. That mood persists.
I saw him. He was 10 feet away. I could see his facial expressions. See the glitter in his eyes as he scanned the crowd. I could easily imagine he was looking at me sometimes. It was that easy. I was that close. And I could hear his voice. In the same room as me. Singing songs I knew and loved in different ways that I would remember forever. I saw him. I heard him. And then. I met him.
He signed my copy of the CD. In silver. Everyone signed in black. It's like he knew. He must have. I could have died. I actually may have. And I got to see his eyes (which were always so awesome anyway) and they are blue! I thought they were dark! I was shocked. And then enthralled. I was dazzled. And as a result, I acted like a complete fan girl. How embarrassing. >.<
But then later, as I gushed about the CD to Jacqueline, he appeared behind me!! Like a ninja. And I died again. And then I got a picture with him and Jacqueline. A man took it. I suspect he is the STG manager or friend or something. I got to talk to that man afterwards a bit and he was very nice and fun. We agreed that Chad is good people. Really good people. In fact, he should be all people. So I could hang out with him. Which is my life goal. To spend a chunk of time with him. To talk about the music we like, argue about the music we don't like, laugh at dumb stuff, and just hang out. I want to hang out. I want to be around him. And I want to hear him sing without the stupid girl in the crowd next to me who sings along as loud as humanly possible. *hate*
That CD will be one of those things I grab if my house in on fire.
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