So her Mama told her to go to the grocery store for some fresh veggies – Spinach – to be exact.
On her way to the store, she happened on a movie shoot but she didn’t halt her footsteps, just kept going, not wanting to dally. But just as she made to cross the road to give way to people passing, she heard a name pass through somebody’s lips…the name of her all time movie idol crush!
Unbelievable!
She halted in her tracks and slowed her steps. However, when she heard someone yell that same name, she couldn’t resist. She just had to be sure…so she turned her head towards the place where the crew was gathered and her eyes zoomed in on the face she never thought in her wildest fantasies she would see, much less in her little nondescript western county hometown.
Her eyes bugged…big time; until she was pretty sure they had become identical to her Mama’s biggest saucers; and before she knew what she was doing, her feet found themselves, involuntarily, heading towards the place where the crew were gathered, working hastily as if they had a deadline to meet.
She pushed her way through the now thickening crowd of spectators and made it to the front, at the railings which must have been placed there by the crew security to prevent fanatics like her from shoving their pens in the actors’ faces, pleading for autographs.
She must be dreaming or something…it seemed beyond real. She stared at her crush until her eyes nearly blurred, blinked and kept on staring. By now, people were already yelling and pushing so hard against the railings, it was a miracle it didn’t tip over.
She didn’t even breathe, she just stared. Some minutes later, when there was a pause in the shoot, her crush – heaven bless him – turned around and acknowledged the crowd with a nice and wide grin, causing them to nearly have a fit with how they were yelling at the very top of their excited lungs.
Then she seemed to wake up out of her trance when he waved at them.
Scratch that, he waved at her…it was her he was definitely waving at!
By now, some ladies, both young and old – the old ladies were not about to be outdone! – were already yanking their tops up and stretching their arms out for autographs, begging for kisses anywhere he cared to place them.
Awww…don lemme die ‘ere, megastar. Take pity on an ol’ lady!
Swie boy, gimme a kiss!
Ah bein’ dyin’ for ya for as long as ah kin remember baby, come on over ‘ere!
All manners of catcalls were being yelled at the icon.
Before she knew it, she too was screaming; joining in the uproar,
Oh sweetie, don leave me like this…take mercy on a country gal an’ come over ‘ere, man! she yelled
She stretched her arms until she fairly upended herself over the railing, only avoiding a broken neck because of a person behind her who happened to be latching on to her tank top.
She then pouted her lips, kiss-fashion and beckoned daringly to her fantasy to come on over. And though she had made the gesture, she didn’t for once imagine that he would even look her way again. It was for this reason that she became utterly shell-shocked when he proceeded to saunter arrogantly towards the railings…no, scratch that again – towards her.
He was coming towards her!
It was a surprise she hadn’t swooned yet.