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Visions 1999 Part Three He turned and looked at the three of us - I can only assume Little Sister and Rebecca's jaws were on the ground, 'cause they had to be as surprised as I was that I'd actually spoken aloud - and said, "Sure, what's up?" and started to walk towards us. (There's actually some dispute here - Little Sister thinks he may have said, "Sure, what's on your mind?") We met him halfway in the middle of the street, and I jumped right in, figuring I had to get it all out before my English-speaking skills deserted me - a very real possibility. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm from the Bronze, the posting board, ya know, the buffy.com posting board, and we're having a breakfast tomorrow morning, for the Boston Bronzers..." God, I was babbling, and I never even introduced myself! I explained how we'd invited Nick and he'd said no (I just want to say right here that we never actually *expected* him to say yes, we just decided we had nothing to lose), and we invited Chris, but he had to be at the convention at 10:00am, and how we would've gone through the proper channels like we'd done with Nick (we contacted his agent), but we didn't know he'd be there, and how sorry I was that this was so short notice... He asked where it was, and I told him, hoping that the private room at the Omni Parker House Hotel would impress him with how well organized (NOT) and serious we were about our breakfast. He said it sounded like fun, he'd have to check with his girlfriend (yeah, okay, psycho that I am, the word "girlfriend" did cause some brief flash of disappointment within me - sue me), and did I have a number where I could be reached? Good god, he was asking for my phone number! Never saw that coming! I fumbled around for a business card; fortunately Little Sister was faster than I and found one in her purse, with, wonder of wonders, an actual pen. I scribbled my home number on the back and handed it to him. He asked the time of the breakfast, and I told him ten. That gave him pause - he explained that he might need to be at the convention, since there'd been several cancellations and they might move him up, especially since so many people seemed to want his autograph. I said, "No, really? But you were only up there for three hours!" and Little Sister said, "Geez, how could you tell?" James looked kind of surprised, then chuckled. (We made him chuckle!) He asked when I needed to know by, and I said ten in the morning was fine. What I meant was that he could just show up, or not, just the fact that he was considering it was amazing enough, but I don't think that got across, 'cause he looked confused, so my sister added, "We already have the room, and we'll be there regardless..." That part's kind of fuzzy for me. So he said thanks, and he'd let us know, and we said thanks for his time, and off he went across the parking lot to his hotel. The following moments of delayed panic, light-headedness and general hysteria really aren't important. Suffice to say, I was so high the moon had to look up to see me. We spent another half hour shopping (oh, my poor credit card!), then went out to eat. No, I have no idea why I didn't rush home to wait for his phone call. I think I just assumed he forgot about me almost as soon as he got to his hotel. I feel terrible now that I thought so little of him, but how was I to know that celebrity does not automatically make one callous?
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