So I was allowed into the VIP line to get an autograph, there was maybe only ten others there so far and I didn’t know what to do so I stood there behind a girl whom was giggling and would not stand still for anything. She seemed overly excited, or perhaps I just wasn’t excited enough. Maybe I should have been more excited, that might be why this felt so wrong.
I should have been more excited to meet the man I had all but worshiped back in high-school, but I was just empty inside. I was not ready to walk into this building. The wait for the doors to unlock felt like it was forever but in reality, it had only been ten minutes.
The girl in front of me would not stop rambling about how excited she was, and how she hoped that he would just whisk her away like a fairytale. Back when I was in hight school, I had dreams similar those; however, this man who thought himself the Watcher just didn’t hold the same appeal as he did back then.
We were finally allowed into the bookstore and the girls instantly start swooning and swarming, making it impossible to get a look at the man that had started signing books. All I got to catch a glimpse of was the blazer’s blue sleeve, and hear the harsh snap of his voice as he yelled next.
He sounded cold and heartless as rushed to the next person, he didn’t even want to let them ask him questions or chat or anything. Signed the books and off he sent them to watch him from the other side of the store. Most of the women didn’t care that he rushed them, they just sighed sweetly and drooled in the back. Then there were a few who stormed out and some that even cried.
The girl in front of me kept giggling and bouncing so getting a look at Michael Rivers was not going to happen; so I looked at the floor and watched her feet as the tapped around and danced. The snap of Mr. Rivers’ voice was getting closer and closer as I shuffled along wanting to turn back, but needing this for the child in me that gushed at the idea of meeting him.
I heard the girl ask if Mr. Rivers had a girlfriend, and his answer was terse and cold, “Yes, NEXT!” And the girl broke down in tears and ran from the store.
I looked up and my heart stopped, He sat there looking down at some kind of file that one of the employees had brought him. I couldn’t move, and the crowd behind me started to get a little restless after such a quick moving line before me.
His callous tone made me jump, “NEXT”.
“Waters?” I watched as he dropped his pen and his eyes shot up to look at me with horror.