I'm no rapper but I'm a fanatic
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lesmisloonyStagedooring night eight.
I did not take pictures.
I met some really cool fans from Brazil and we really hit it off--they were awesome and had actually come all the way to Paris to see the show! Plus they spoke English.
You know who else speaks English? Florent Mothe. He can read English too. English words like these right here that you yourself are reading now.
I intended to take pictures, but after my conversation with Flo all I could do was cover my face and cringe and hit myself in the forehead. And Mikele totally skipped me and then ran away with a scarf over his face. It was pretty cold. Like... it was snowing.
Oh dear. I am so ashamed.
The conversation was as follows. Kind of. You have to allow for mistakes since I hit myself in the forehead so many times I may have caused myself severe brain damage.
The Brazilians got a sweet little video of Flo saying hi to all the other Brazilian fans and then I held out my CD for him to sign. He acknowledged my American-y presence and I said something about how the international fans have all found each other.
Then Flo started telling me he loves the gloves and he wears them a lot. I was pretty stoked and flattered to hear this (though I wasn't sure at the time where it was coming from) and was like gazing at him lovingly and thanking him moronically.
And then he yanked the rug right on out from under my feet.
Flo: So, I was looking on the internet last night, and by accident I found your website.
Me: WHICH ONE. (I do not know what that was supposed to mean. I guess maybe I was thinking of twitter or facebook? Of course there's only the livejournal.)
Flo: I don't...?
Me: MY LIVEJOURNAL???
Flo: Yes!
Me: ...............................I'M SO SORRY.
He kind of laughed and waved it away and even wrote "Thanks!" next to his signature on my CD but all I could do was stare at him in horror. Because I was thinking about all the things about the manlove and the rocket shoes and the overuse of words like "beautiflo" and dear sweet Byzantine Jesus it never ends. Oh, mais quelle outrecuidance.
I spent the rest of my stagedooring experience going "OH MY GOD AND I POSTED PICTURES OF THE SIMS I MADE OF THEM" and other such outbursts to my poor new Brazilian pals. I just stood there gawping at Flo with one hand firmly over my face while he smiled to himself and signed everyone else's papers and such.
I'M REALLY SORRY FLORENT MOTHE.
CELEBRITIES ARE REAL PEOPLE GUYS. Some of them even know how to use the internet.
I did not take pictures.
I met some really cool fans from Brazil and we really hit it off--they were awesome and had actually come all the way to Paris to see the show! Plus they spoke English.
You know who else speaks English? Florent Mothe. He can read English too. English words like these right here that you yourself are reading now.
I intended to take pictures, but after my conversation with Flo all I could do was cover my face and cringe and hit myself in the forehead. And Mikele totally skipped me and then ran away with a scarf over his face. It was pretty cold. Like... it was snowing.
Oh dear. I am so ashamed.
The conversation was as follows. Kind of. You have to allow for mistakes since I hit myself in the forehead so many times I may have caused myself severe brain damage.
The Brazilians got a sweet little video of Flo saying hi to all the other Brazilian fans and then I held out my CD for him to sign. He acknowledged my American-y presence and I said something about how the international fans have all found each other.
Then Flo started telling me he loves the gloves and he wears them a lot. I was pretty stoked and flattered to hear this (though I wasn't sure at the time where it was coming from) and was like gazing at him lovingly and thanking him moronically.
And then he yanked the rug right on out from under my feet.
Flo: So, I was looking on the internet last night, and by accident I found your website.
Me: WHICH ONE. (I do not know what that was supposed to mean. I guess maybe I was thinking of twitter or facebook? Of course there's only the livejournal.)
Flo: I don't...?
Me: MY LIVEJOURNAL???
Flo: Yes!
Me: ...............................I'M SO SORRY.
He kind of laughed and waved it away and even wrote "Thanks!" next to his signature on my CD but all I could do was stare at him in horror. Because I was thinking about all the things about the manlove and the rocket shoes and the overuse of words like "beautiflo" and dear sweet Byzantine Jesus it never ends. Oh, mais quelle outrecuidance.
I spent the rest of my stagedooring experience going "OH MY GOD AND I POSTED PICTURES OF THE SIMS I MADE OF THEM" and other such outbursts to my poor new Brazilian pals. I just stood there gawping at Flo with one hand firmly over my face while he smiled to himself and signed everyone else's papers and such.
I'M REALLY SORRY FLORENT MOTHE.
CELEBRITIES ARE REAL PEOPLE GUYS. Some of them even know how to use the internet.
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Date: 2010-12-06 11:21 pm (UTC)Public internet is public, which I have sadly learned the hard way too many times. I'm glad he seemed so cool about it.