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cheekyTopic: Yours Truly
I've finally got mine...15 minutes of fame that is.
It was at a Stones concert, I was 15 years old, and chosen to meet Mick Jagger after the show. I was so excited yet very nervous. Mick came into the room and then I noticed. He was absolutely trashed. I don't mean just drunk, but really, really flying. He could barely stand and went stumbling around the room. His handler brought him over, he mumbled hello, and then gave me his manager's address so I could write to him through his manager. Then he left. Some time passed when he came back into the room and although he was not normal, he was in a much more subdued state. He sat at the bar and called me over. I went and stood next to him at the bar and managed to spit out that my favorite song was Brown Sugar. Then I corrected my answer to be Honky Tonk Women. He smiled and gave me his address so I could write to him, then disappeared. Some time passed again, but not as much as the last time he left the room, when he returned yet again and was completely trashed again. This time we talked a bit longer - about traveling. He was impressed that I had traveled to as many places as I had. We became quite comfortable with each other, chatted away and he gave me his address so I could write to him, but this time he gave me his "real" name so that he would be sure to receive my letters. Then he left.
So that's my fifteen minutes of fame with Mick Jagger. It happened last night as I was sleeping.
