lady-divine-writes wrote:Hedwig Stage Door 11/17/2016
I feel like Cinderella the morning after xD
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There were people going back stage and we were informed that he would be taking about an hour and a half with them, so sit tight. Which we did. The nice thing was that people seemed to be very polite about the whole line thing. They fell in step behind their fellow man, and we were all being very patient.
Fast forward to when, about 11:30 or so, we are finally told Darren would be coming out soon.
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So, she cut in line and got her way. I couldn’t even look up when the lady left because I just knew what the expression on her face was going to be. But the second they were out of earshot, Darren jumps over to me and says that he’s sorry he kind of called me out in front of all those people, but he wanted to get that woman out of there quick if she was going to cause problems.
And then, I was happy again.
I watch him sign autographs and shake hands, give hugs and talk into cameras. He takes about two minutes average with each individual person, which is sweet . . . But when he comes up to me, he gets right into my personal space. He rests his forehead against mine, and that’s it. That’s how we talk together for close to five straight minutes. He gives me a hug. And then another. Almost every sentence ends with a hug. I tell him how meeting him was
#3 on my bucket list, how I have been waiting five years to meet him, and he says, “And now here we are, sharing this moment.”
Eeeeeeeeee!
He asked me if I had my phone with me. I took it out of my purse . . . He said he wanted to take a selfie with me . . .
Darren Criss said he wanted to take a selfie with me.
Eeeeeeeeee!
I had yawned when he first approached, and I apologized telling him that I had just finished working and then drove four hours to see the performance. He asked me if I was driving back tonight, and I said I was. He asked me if I couldn’t rent a room or nap in my car, and I told him, no. That I had people who relied on me. He said he understood, that that was a good thing. I know we talked about more than just that, but, to be honest, all I remember are his eyes, because, let’s face it, he has
amazing eyes. I have always thought that talking while staring into someone’s eyes is one of the most intimate things in the world. I write about it a lot. Now, I have a frame of reference.
EEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Before he moved on, I got the chance to tell him a little bit about the issue with my heart . . . But he said that from what he could see, I had a beautiful heart.
Now, I know he was being nice, but he might never know how much that comment meant. I try not to think about my heart too much. I really just want it to do it’s job as long as possible without me worrying about it. But the reality is that when my father passed, the last few years of his life were atrocious . . . I think about my father, and I see my potential future, and it terrifies me. Sometimes I even hate my heart for turning on me this way, but that’s not really the case. Life happens. It is what it is.
So, yeah. Him saying that was a big deal to me.
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Seriously, Holy SHIT! RUN to see him before it’s over end of November! 
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