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Visions 1999

Part Seven

Chris finished his remarks, and started answering questions – did he have to okay everything with Joss, was he going to write the Angel books, what did he think was the fascination with vampires, "will you read my friend's book?" (To be fair, I had heard of the friend's book – the fourteen?-year-old had published it recently, written it when she was twelve.) There were quite a few questions, and when it looked like there were no more, I raised my hand. Chris looked down – I think he saw it coming – and said, "Yes, Paula?" And I tried to look as innocent as I could and asked, "Can I have a hug?"

He laughed, said, "Sure!", dropped the microphone, jumped off the stage and gave me a big bear hug, while all the Bronzers cheered (I'd told them I might do that). When he pulled away I gave him a quick "Gotcha!" before heading back to my seat. He jumped back onstage, picked up the mic, and said, "Do you all know the story behind that?" And there went that annoying little voice again – "Cool. Now I'm part of a 'story' for a big bad author." Man, I get a kick out of the weirdest things. Oddly, though, my nausea was gone. The nervousness was history, and I was ok. Thanks, Chris – you have no idea how much I appreciated that.

Chris finished his Q&A; the big moment was coming – not that Chris wasn't a 'big moment', but you know what I mean – it was time for James Marsters. Chris got to introduce him, which was cool, except there was no MC up there shouting, "Let's hear it for Chris Golden!" But he didn't seem to mind.

And out came James.

It would be obvious and redundant of me to say he was beautiful, but guess what? He was! His blond hair was a little longer than when he was playing Spike, with dark roots, and it was soooo curly – way cool. He had the dark T and the dark khakis, and, well, just wow. (Actually, I want to say terribly evil, sinful things here but I'm terrified someone's gonna print this out for him and he'll read it, and calling an actor 'hot' and 'sexy' is okay, but saying that about someone you've met and talked to and respect just seems, well, wrong!)

And he was just a big ol' ball of kinetic energy up there, holding his huge coffee in one hand. Chris took the empty seat next to me (another cool moment for me – maybe he doesn't think I’m a stalker?) and I asked him, "So how much coffee has he had?" I guess I have limited experiences, but I've never seen anyone so comfortable in front of so many people. He was amazing – he snarled and he cooed and he chuckled and laughed outright – he slipped in and out of the Spike character at will, depending on the questions from the audience – When are you and Dru coming back to Sunnydale? Is Dru still making out with that Chaos Demon? (Big snarl from James on that one!) Are you going to kill Buffy? ("Hell, no, she's my meal ticket!") I filled an entire roll of film with his constantly moving body, hopefully with about 24 different facial expressions, but hard to say 'til I get the pix back. (Pix are back - go here.)

I had my favorite moments of the Q&A. When James was talking about his new movie - he called it The Haunting, and Chris whispered to me, "It's The House on Haunted Hill - he got the name of his own movie wrong!" The way James kept thanking and praising Joss. ("Man, I so owe Joss!" – whenever the many teenage girls screamed for him.) Or when James called Jeff Pruitt the greatest stunt coordinator in the business. (" 'James, you're good, really, but... let the professionals do it.' ") But especially, the way he credited the Internet fans for saving his job. ("Joss was very straightforward with me, 'you're on for three episodes', and then the response was so huge, he just kept me on. I have a job because of you!") He was just amazing. And the fact that he has a cat, well, that just makes him perfect.

But of course, as we knew would happen, his time was soon up. He said his goodbyes, waded his way through the crowd, and headed back to his little room.

*sigh*

Then the poor M.C. came onstage. I say ‘poor’ because he was the unlucky person who had to announce that Nick's plane hadn't landed yet – the control tower at Logan Airport was 'down' - ?! – and no planes could land. That man is seriously lucky there was no riot. At least they didn't outright cancel – they fully intended to wait until his plane landed and he walked through that door, and so did the fans, even if they were there 'til midnight. In the meantime, though, it was time for the raffle for the back stage pass to meet James.

We all know what happens here, do I really need to finish this part? *g*

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Visions 1999
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Part One
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Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
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Relevant Links
JamesMarsters.com
ChrisGolden.com
NickBrendon.com
The Official BtVS Site