Collectormania Sunday Report.
So, here's the basic report...it's still quite long, I haven't wrote all of it out yet, because I'm so tired and I've been in class, but here's some stuff with Misha, and John Barrowman.
Misha Autograph
Wasn’t too sure about when to go up, but I decided that seeing as it wasn’t busy at 9:30am, so I paid and went along. There was only one other girl there, and she was just finishing. I waited by the line, but Misha’s guardian or whatever, crew member, called me forward, and I was shaking so much…I thought I was gonna fall over. Misha was saying bye to the other girl, and his crew member said to me, “I love your dress” and he looked round, looked up and down, and said “it’s very pretty.” I couldn’t help but smile, and took a deep breath.
“Hello Misha.”
“Hi, how’re you doing?”
“I’m good. Tired. How’re you?”
“I’m very good, thanks for asking. Enjoying the weekend?”
“Yeah, it’s-”
“Have you been before?”
“Noo, this is my first time. At a convention, I mean.” (why did I go red. WHY?)
He smiled. “Not too sure what to expect then?” he asked.
“Oh, no, it’s cool. I mean, I’ve seen the videos from Chicago-Con…”
“Oh, who do you know who went?”
“Umm…a few people. You uh, spoke to Mon on the phone-”
“The Australian?”
“Yeah! And milk-”
“Tracy with milkshake.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” I nodded, glad he was doing most of the talking. He smiled again.
“Oh, have you met them?”
“No.”
“So how do you know them?” He looked so confused, like he forgot the internet existed.
“Um, online. Like, a fan site, and…”
“Oh really?” he looks suddenly curious. “Which one?”
“Um…I can’t-”
He smirked. “The secret one that I, uh, don’t know about?”
“Um…I…maybe? I…can’t really say…”
He laughed. “That’s good. No, it’s good. I like…I like the secrecy of it all.” he laughed again, looking slightly smug, in my opinion, like he’d discovered something really awesome. "So, yeah. Tell them I say hi, and hope they're OK and stuff."
"Sure thing, I will."
I decided it was time to change the subject. “So…how’re you finding England…this time?”
“Oh, it’s awful. Terrible. It’s cold, it’s…the people are awful. Everything.”
“Wow. Thanks.” I said, pretending to be offended. He smiled.
“Well, apart from you. You’re the sole exception to the whole trip sucking.”
“Aw, thanks.” I grinned. “But yeah, it’s pretty cold…”
“Yeah! I went running this morning, and it was all dark, and cold, and I got wet and cold…”
“Probably not the best idea to go running at that time. In London.” I advised him. He looked mildly alarmed for a second, then smiled. “Terrible. Awful people…except you…but…no, it’s very nice here, it’s going well.”
“That’s good to hear.” I said. He finally remembered he was supposed to be signing, and signed the photo of him from 4.22, looking all sad. He wrote “KRISTEN - Great to meet YOU!” and then signed it. “Thank you, Misha.” I squeaked.
“Thank you, Kristen.” he replied, smiling again.
“I should…I should go.” I tried to take the photo from him because he was holding it out, and it took a few attempts before he let go. “I…I’ll see you later.” I said, realising there was another girl paying for an auto and I didn’t want to hog his attention.
“Yeah. See you.” he said, smiling, and I managed to walk away shaking, went in circles looking for my friend, and then nearly died.
So that was probably the best conversation I will ever have. Then we ran off to join the queue for our John Barrowman photo op. We were waiting…and waiting…and suddenly, the queue went silent. There he was, walking over…and suddenly, we all started clapping and cheering. The queue was moving down so fast, and eventually…Amy went in first, and they took 2 shots (this photographer was amazing) and she went out. It was my turn. I swear, the world stood still for me. As soon as I got on the line, he pulled me into this amazing hug, his arms right around me and my GOD he smelled good. He was soooo warm, and he has this amazing tight hug, and…the photographer kept telling me to move my fringe, so I did, and eventually, he said, “OK.”
And I went to leave. I was just at the door, when John called “WAIT! Come back!”
So I did, shaking. The photographer said, “That one was lousy. Get back there.”
John pulled me even closer, and before I could move my fringe, he pulled me in, looked right at me, I couldn’t blink, I swear, and he really slowly brushed my fringe out of my eyes and gave me this amazing smile…and he KNEW what I was thinking haha!!! I nearly fell over with shock, but he held me steady. “Smile for the camera.” he said, in the quiet voice. I managed to, and he said, “Fantastic. Lovely to meet you..?”
“Kristen.” I squeaked.
“Kristen.” he smiled. “See you.”
Here's the two I got printed;
And I was ushered out by his security. Man, I nearly died.
The Misha shoot. OK. This was amazing. We had blue tickets, and were the first group in. When we were waiting by the entrance, he looked over, and nodded, smiled. When I headed over, I said. “Hello.”
“Hello…again.” he replied.
“Again.” I agreed. He remembered :D
He put his arm around me, and I kind of panicked for a second, then like, put one around him. He laughed, and pulled me into the hug - not just a posed one, but a proper nice cuddle. “Like a prom photo.” I laughed.
“So…we’re prom dates? Cool.” he smiled, and the photo was taken.
“Thank you, Misha.” I smiled.
“Thank you, Kristen.” HE REMEMBERED MY NAME.
“See you.”
“See you.” he said, with a smile, and I left, and had a heart attack outside. Here's our final photo; the quality isnt amazing here because I took a photo opf the photo, so you cant see the whole thing, and where his hands were >.<
I thought that was to be my last Misha encounter of the day, but I was wrong. Later on, me and Amy were sat outside the talk area, in a quiet corner, writing in our RP, and suddenly, she stares down the hall and says “OMG LOOK WHO’S WALKING TOWARDS US.” REALLY loudly. I couldn’t see anyone of interest in the crowd…and suddenly…he was there. It was like Castiel’s entrance scene in 4.01. He looked at us, and walked towards us like he was aiming for us. Then his hench bodyguards followed, and when he walked past, he glanced at us, and I smiled. He stopped, looked over his shoulder and gave this massive grin, and I was about to speak, when his bodyguards pushed him along. He looked at us a bit sadly, apologetically, and carried on. I died for the third time that day.
Then, just before we had to leave, we were stood by his auto area, where it was pretty quiet to be honest, and Amy went to the toilet. I waited opposite Misha, and when the last autographee walked away, he looked up, caught my eye, and smiled. I smiled back, and waved. He nodded, raised his hand slightly, and then his crew member started talking so he looked at her. Amy came back, and we left. I figured a clean break with no lingering glances would be easier for him :P
So I missed out lots of details about the day, but that’s coming soon, a long with the Saturday report. I did the Sunday first, because it was much better :P
Misha Autograph
Wasn’t too sure about when to go up, but I decided that seeing as it wasn’t busy at 9:30am, so I paid and went along. There was only one other girl there, and she was just finishing. I waited by the line, but Misha’s guardian or whatever, crew member, called me forward, and I was shaking so much…I thought I was gonna fall over. Misha was saying bye to the other girl, and his crew member said to me, “I love your dress” and he looked round, looked up and down, and said “it’s very pretty.” I couldn’t help but smile, and took a deep breath.
“Hello Misha.”
“Hi, how’re you doing?”
“I’m good. Tired. How’re you?”
“I’m very good, thanks for asking. Enjoying the weekend?”
“Yeah, it’s-”
“Have you been before?”
“Noo, this is my first time. At a convention, I mean.” (why did I go red. WHY?)
He smiled. “Not too sure what to expect then?” he asked.
“Oh, no, it’s cool. I mean, I’ve seen the videos from Chicago-Con…”
“Oh, who do you know who went?”
“Umm…a few people. You uh, spoke to Mon on the phone-”
“The Australian?”
“Yeah! And milk-”
“Tracy with milkshake.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” I nodded, glad he was doing most of the talking. He smiled again.
“Oh, have you met them?”
“No.”
“So how do you know them?” He looked so confused, like he forgot the internet existed.
“Um, online. Like, a fan site, and…”
“Oh really?” he looks suddenly curious. “Which one?”
“Um…I can’t-”
He smirked. “The secret one that I, uh, don’t know about?”
“Um…I…maybe? I…can’t really say…”
He laughed. “That’s good. No, it’s good. I like…I like the secrecy of it all.” he laughed again, looking slightly smug, in my opinion, like he’d discovered something really awesome. "So, yeah. Tell them I say hi, and hope they're OK and stuff."
"Sure thing, I will."
I decided it was time to change the subject. “So…how’re you finding England…this time?”
“Oh, it’s awful. Terrible. It’s cold, it’s…the people are awful. Everything.”
“Wow. Thanks.” I said, pretending to be offended. He smiled.
“Well, apart from you. You’re the sole exception to the whole trip sucking.”
“Aw, thanks.” I grinned. “But yeah, it’s pretty cold…”
“Yeah! I went running this morning, and it was all dark, and cold, and I got wet and cold…”
“Probably not the best idea to go running at that time. In London.” I advised him. He looked mildly alarmed for a second, then smiled. “Terrible. Awful people…except you…but…no, it’s very nice here, it’s going well.”
“That’s good to hear.” I said. He finally remembered he was supposed to be signing, and signed the photo of him from 4.22, looking all sad. He wrote “KRISTEN - Great to meet YOU!” and then signed it. “Thank you, Misha.” I squeaked.
“Thank you, Kristen.” he replied, smiling again.
“I should…I should go.” I tried to take the photo from him because he was holding it out, and it took a few attempts before he let go. “I…I’ll see you later.” I said, realising there was another girl paying for an auto and I didn’t want to hog his attention.
“Yeah. See you.” he said, smiling, and I managed to walk away shaking, went in circles looking for my friend, and then nearly died.
So that was probably the best conversation I will ever have. Then we ran off to join the queue for our John Barrowman photo op. We were waiting…and waiting…and suddenly, the queue went silent. There he was, walking over…and suddenly, we all started clapping and cheering. The queue was moving down so fast, and eventually…Amy went in first, and they took 2 shots (this photographer was amazing) and she went out. It was my turn. I swear, the world stood still for me. As soon as I got on the line, he pulled me into this amazing hug, his arms right around me and my GOD he smelled good. He was soooo warm, and he has this amazing tight hug, and…the photographer kept telling me to move my fringe, so I did, and eventually, he said, “OK.”
And I went to leave. I was just at the door, when John called “WAIT! Come back!”
So I did, shaking. The photographer said, “That one was lousy. Get back there.”
John pulled me even closer, and before I could move my fringe, he pulled me in, looked right at me, I couldn’t blink, I swear, and he really slowly brushed my fringe out of my eyes and gave me this amazing smile…and he KNEW what I was thinking haha!!! I nearly fell over with shock, but he held me steady. “Smile for the camera.” he said, in the quiet voice. I managed to, and he said, “Fantastic. Lovely to meet you..?”
“Kristen.” I squeaked.
“Kristen.” he smiled. “See you.”
Here's the two I got printed;
And I was ushered out by his security. Man, I nearly died.
The Misha shoot. OK. This was amazing. We had blue tickets, and were the first group in. When we were waiting by the entrance, he looked over, and nodded, smiled. When I headed over, I said. “Hello.”
“Hello…again.” he replied.
“Again.” I agreed. He remembered :D
He put his arm around me, and I kind of panicked for a second, then like, put one around him. He laughed, and pulled me into the hug - not just a posed one, but a proper nice cuddle. “Like a prom photo.” I laughed.
“So…we’re prom dates? Cool.” he smiled, and the photo was taken.
“Thank you, Misha.” I smiled.
“Thank you, Kristen.” HE REMEMBERED MY NAME.
“See you.”
“See you.” he said, with a smile, and I left, and had a heart attack outside. Here's our final photo; the quality isnt amazing here because I took a photo opf the photo, so you cant see the whole thing, and where his hands were >.<
I thought that was to be my last Misha encounter of the day, but I was wrong. Later on, me and Amy were sat outside the talk area, in a quiet corner, writing in our RP, and suddenly, she stares down the hall and says “OMG LOOK WHO’S WALKING TOWARDS US.” REALLY loudly. I couldn’t see anyone of interest in the crowd…and suddenly…he was there. It was like Castiel’s entrance scene in 4.01. He looked at us, and walked towards us like he was aiming for us. Then his hench bodyguards followed, and when he walked past, he glanced at us, and I smiled. He stopped, looked over his shoulder and gave this massive grin, and I was about to speak, when his bodyguards pushed him along. He looked at us a bit sadly, apologetically, and carried on. I died for the third time that day.
Then, just before we had to leave, we were stood by his auto area, where it was pretty quiet to be honest, and Amy went to the toilet. I waited opposite Misha, and when the last autographee walked away, he looked up, caught my eye, and smiled. I smiled back, and waved. He nodded, raised his hand slightly, and then his crew member started talking so he looked at her. Amy came back, and we left. I figured a clean break with no lingering glances would be easier for him :P
So I missed out lots of details about the day, but that’s coming soon, a long with the Saturday report. I did the Sunday first, because it was much better :P