Meeting 'n' greeting the greats.
I
wonder if it's just me (it usually is, whenever I start a sentence
with that) but when I am presented with a magical situation, you know
the one, the one when all my dreams could come true, all my questions
could be answered and a heroic presence in my life could materialise
before me, I get rather...anxious.
I
am referring to, of course, when one has the opportunity to meet
someone. Someone famous, someone they admire, someone who has
influenced their life in a good way.
It
could be at a book signing, a gig, a party, even on the red carpet
perhaps...when these occasions present themselves, it's the most
wonderful and exciting thing.
And
also the most terrifying, at times awkward thing.
Special
VIP meet 'n' greets are nerve-racking. If only because there's the
added pressure, the fact that the celebrity human you're meeting
knows for a fact that you
paid money for a ticket – maybe even paid extra on top of your
pre-existing expensive ticket – for the chance to meet them. To
chat with them. While this is immensely flattering for the celeb,
it's effectively them getting a sense of their worth, it might also
be scary for them because the nicer ones will want to make it worth
your while parting
with extra dolla and maybe queueing for more time...? And you might
suddenly get shy when you come face-to-face with them at the end of
the queue, and you get lost for words and they're freaking out
because they don't know what to say to you...oh, it's a minefield.
Book
signings are especially interesting in this sense. Over the past few
years things have changed to make the whole signing process slicker
and quicker, like for instance they now have assistants sweep down
the queue asking for each fan's name to scribble on a Post-It and
stick to the books, so the author doesn't have to ask 'name?'
awkwardly and they can just sign while chatting. I actually worry for
the author, having to focus on writing a little message and their
signature on the inside page and at the same time make conversation
with their readers on the other side of the table.
As
someone who has been to her fair share (and several others' fair
share) of book signings, I can safely say everything I intend to say
falls out of my head when I actually lock eyes with the authors.
Classic example would be John Green. As he frantically signed my
copies (yes, pural) of The Fault in Our Stars, plus my Harry Potter
Kings Cross ticket because my nerdiness is next level, I faltered
fantastically trying to assemble words into coherent sentences. I
believe the only thing I managed to say was: 'hey John...wow, I had
so much to say and now it's all gone.' Excellent. I only hope that
someday I can rectify that awkward meeting...maybe when we're
chatting over a cuppa and co-writing our second book together.
Anyway,
I managed to make better conversation when I met Louise O'Neill, Lisa
Williamson and David Levithan at the New Day New Normal event at
Waterstones – that was mostly down to the enormous bandage on my
head that I had to have on for three days after my Cerebral Spinal
Fluid aspiration...it was a killer conversation piece.
I
was thinking about meeting my heroes recently, as I've met a couple
of them in the past week. One of whom was Joshua Radin, who if you
read regularly will know is my one true love and my favourite musical
artist of all time, ever; last week I saw him live for the eighth
time, and yes I paid extra to attend his sound check 'performance'
and meet 'n' greet before the show. There was definitely a moment
when I had no clue what on earth to say to him (as there has been the
last three times I've met him) but eventually my fellow meet 'n'
greeters and I just chattered with him about London, whisky,
travelling...it was lovely. I think he relaxed just as much as we did
when we started talking about the Shepherds Bush Empire's roof
falling down and the relocation to funny little Clapham, the fact
that it miraculously wasn't raining...we could have just been pals
meeting up in an old theatre for some reason and catching up.
The
other hero of mine I met last week was Jo Elvin. Yes, Jo Elvin,
editor-in-chief of Glamour magazine. Yes, her. She was hosting the
Mind Your Head book
event at the gorgeous new Waterstones Tottenham Court Road; she
chatted with Juno Dawson and Olivia Hewitt about their new
non-fiction release, asking questions here and there, and watching
her I remembered the days when I'd spend my pocket money on Glamour
magazine in Tesco Express across the road and read it cover to cover
as I walked to and from school, or when I was tucked up in bed at
home with biscuits when I was really supposed to be revising for
exams...I idolised Jo. I still do. I could never do what she does –
I want to, but I don't know if I have the drive, the flair or the
decision-making powers!
So
after the talking, when Juno and Olivia were signing books, I saw Jo
wandering the shop alone, looking at books with a glass of wine in
her hand, and I thought...I can't not. I must say hi. I asked friends
for assistance, saying 'I have nothing interesting to say to her!'
over and over...but I knew I'd kick myself if I didn't talk to her
even a little. So I did. We had an actual conversation! About
blogging, about books, about Australia. I rambled madly at her, my
stupid hybrid accent intensifying due to nerves and her
accent; she smiled warmly, asking about me
which I found insane but lovely. I gave her blogging advice to pass
along to her daughter. By the time my friends retrieved me, my legs
had gone numb with excitement and I was grinning like a complete
freakzoid. It was magical.
I
will be encouraging myself to talk to my heroes more, from now on.
Following my recent positive experiences in which I pushed on through
my social awkwardness and the crippling hero-worshipping fangirl
tendencies that overcome me far too often...
I'd
rather meet the hero and waffle endlessly in their face like a
complete tit, than leave the event and be upset with myself for not
saying anything all the way home, forever regretting missing my one
opportunity...
I
wonder if one day I'll be a hero of someone's; someone that people
might want to meet and have a conversation with. That would be
mind-blowingly cool. However, I would definitely never want anyone to
feel that way with me. The way I do when I meet my idols.
Awkward...and just generally 'what's the point I have nothing
worthwhile to say'-ish. I'd never want that. I'd want to chat!
(Me meeting John Green and floundering epically)
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