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I Met My First Fan, and It Nearly Killed Me
I was flying home from the east coast when I had my celebrity moment. Unfortunately, it’s lasted more than 15 minutes in my head.
I was starving and found that all of the restaurants had too long of a wait or were closed in the Charlotte, NC, terminal my flight was leaving from after 5 pm. So I bought a bag of BBQ chips at a newsstand, which ended up being some kind of sour cream chips in a BBQ bag.
After throwing them out, I walked back towards one of those lounge seats that were never comfortable. As I passed two couples, I heard the girls (who looked like sisters) whispering and staring at me.
I want to add that I looked like shit.
I had spent the previous day in the air going from the west coast to the east. Then gotten up that morning caked on too much makeup for the cameras, and between the lights, my camera jitters, and the unrelenting summer humidity, I felt like a damp rag when I got on my first flight. I was then waiting for my second.
My eyeliner and mascara were running, and I looked like I was in a high school goth club. My perfectly pressed outfit from that morning was now rumpled. I also had my airport shoes on, which are ugly barefoot shoes that are so unbelievably comfortable.
