Star Struck

Ok.  As a computer, this is nothing you can comprehend, Google.  But I'm telling you - being star struck is the strangest sensation ever.  Now, I've led a surprisingly celebrity-free life so far (it's unfortunate) but the few times it has happened...well, I'll just tell you the story.

STORY #1
This was a gift from above. My very favorite band in the world, Lifehouse, was coming to my hometown, and I was NOT going to miss them.  But if they had come one day sooner, or one day later, I would have HAD to miss them and then be depressed for the rest of my life.  Because one day sooner was Sunday (not on the Sabbath!) and one day later, I would basically be leaving for a 18-month mission.  No go.

But luckily, things worked out, and my cousin and I claimed a great spot on the second row (standing) with an un-obscured view and nearly within arm's reach of the stage (thank you general admissions!).

The opening acts came on, and after I saved Kris Allen from falling off the stage - go me! -  it was finally time for Lifehouse to come on stage.

Now you have to realize, that I'd never met or even seen anyone really, really famous before.  So somehow, my mind had not 100% grasped the concept that these people actually lived and breathed in the same world as me.  So the moment when each member stepped on stage, I literally couldn't believe it.  Here, in flesh and blood, these idols stood right in front of me.

I'll admit that I kind of went out of my mind.  But fortunately, I managed to get a semi-decent grip on myself and spent the remainder of the concert soaking up the scene.

And THEN - at some high point during one of their classic songs - Jason Wade, my most adored, admired celebrity in the world, reached down and grabbed my hand.

In one fell swoop, the whole world disappeared.  Everything: sound, sight, smell... gone.  The only thing I was aware of was his hand.  I have no idea what song they were playing; I don't even remember seeing him crouching above me (which really is a shame).  But for days after, I could still feel his hand.

It was the strangest sensation ever.  Who knew that a person could become so awe-some to another, that a simple touch could literally obliterate all other senses.  It was insane.  Star struck.  Who knew?

STORY #2
Now this second star struck scenario wasn't even with famous people.  It was with one of my BFF's family.  She is from Europe and her "exotic" family flew in for her graduation/wedding.  She loved her family and talked about them and to them all the time.  I'd seen pictures and heard stories, but never met or talked to any of them.

But then I pulled up to the wedding and saw her father and brothers pass by.  And it happened again. I was completely entranced all day long, but too terrified to try to talk to or even make eye contact with them.  I don't know how or when they transformed into stars in my mind, but it happened.  

So, moral of the story - I acted like a complete idiot around them all day, and now they probably wonder how their posh daughter could possibly be such good friends with me.  Oh well.

LOOKING FORWARD TO NEXT TIME
Even now that I've experienced the whole star struck thing multiple times, I'm sure I'll act just as stupidly the next time it happens.  But that's why it's so great, right?  What's the point of even having celebrities if we don't get to enjoy the out-of-your-mind, loosing-all-control, insanity of star struck-dom.  I sure wouldn't want to live in such a boring world.  So bring it on!