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Wolf (paws68723) wrote,
@ 2004-08-16 13:27:00
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    I met Jesse McCartney!!!
    Dear BlurtyThingy,
    Yes, 'tis true , tis true! I met THE Jesse McCartney (for those of you who know who he is). He was quite a nice fellow, indeed ^_^ My friend, Molly, was the one who told me he was coming to Jersey City and we were pysched! We were planning everything from...what...Friday? It was just a few days ago and we couldn't wait. My dad said I could go (he really trusts Molly) and , well, I planned I'd come to Molly's house REALLY early today (which I did). The weekend was interesting as Molly and I came up with crazy ideas of what we could do to get Jesse's attention since we figured tonsa people were gonna be there. This morning, we were worried that we'd be late to that Z100 thing in 101 Hudson (I rememember it quite specifically since that was Molly's every other word.. ^_^), but when we got there, it was really ...well...empty. People were entering the building, or standing outside it; it was pretty weird to see two teenage girls hovering around such a business-y place. Molly called Z100, I think and we fund out that, apparently, we weren't s'possed to know Jesse would be here and that we can't really go up (to he 36th floor) to see him. We were truly disappointed thus we called again and this time I tried a little drama action (I basically "sobbed" into the phone begging them to let us in) which, mind you, didn't work. We decided that perhaps he's still not in the building and we decided to patrol the lobby entrances. Although we wanted to sneak in, I was too scared (I don't know about Molly), and we just stood outside a side entrance for a bit. Although I DID notice some sorta navy blue van had arrived near where we were standing, I ignored it (although, I'll be honest, I kept looking back at it....it seemed suspicious, like I felt there was something important about it, but I repressed everything and continued trying t scout.) Eventually, after Molly and I each took an entrance to watch, we were bored to death waiting outside in the drizzle. She eventually came up with the greatest idea of all time (YAYAYYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!). I guess she decided she'd settle with talking to him on the phone when she callled Z100 'cause we couldn't get to meet him. She called and it turns out that the guy said that he WOULD let us chat with Jesse a bit!!! We were sooo happy; at least we would get something outta it! Well, after we waited with all the radio junk going on (commercials and a bit of an interview with Jesse), we finally got a chance to chat. I can remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was a few hours ago (lol). He spoke with Molly a bit (I was too excited to actually say anything besides "oh my gosh!" ....yes, pretty lame, I understand) and he sounded surprised to hear we had been waiting so long for him and he said that maybe he could see us down in the lobby so we could meet him. As soon as that was over (the phone call), Molly and I were getting VERY EXCITED. We were jumpy and screaming and stuff; we just couldn't believe he offered to meet with us!!!!!!! We stood infront of the building, where we met up with some seven other girls who just appeared outta nowhere. This annoyed me 'cause this was OUR moment in the sun ( not to be taken literally since the weather was drizzley, as mentioned above), I didn't want to share the spotlight. But, oh well, I guess this was meant to happen. Anyway, Molly and I bravely stepped into the main lobby and talked to a security guard or something to be sure we were in the right part of the lobby while we "waited for someone". As Molly and I prepared for our meet 'N' greet, the girls came in, too, and we all basically waited. I had my camara (which Molly had so kindly bought for me the day before, I believe) and we took out the posters we (actaually Molly)made of him (one said "we love you jesse!" while the other said "we want you and your beautiful soul"). Also, I took out the picture I printed this morning in Molly's house which I think is his BEST picture ever!!!!!! Anyway, I was soooo excited when I saw him appear and I just couldn't believe my eyes. He was so....well...normal ^_^ and handsome , if I may add. I took a picture of Molly with him and she took one of me and him ( I made a bet with Molly that I'd give her a dollar if I actually looked ok in the picture, well...erm...there went my buck. ) I wanted more than the picture I had, so I even took pictures of him with those girls. I was taking so many, it looked like I was part of a paparazzi or something. (heehee). I also rushed over to him and had him sign that "oh-so-perfect" picture of him =^_^= We follwed him utta the lobby....and outside his...NAVY BLUE VAN!!!!!! (my intuition doesn't lie to me, does it?) Anyway, I was annoyed that my hair had frizzed up and that I wasn't bright enough to try and brush it before I got a picture with him, but in the end, the picture didn't come out so badly ( my only problem with it: I looked fat). Oh well. It's still Jesse McCartney standing next to me (yes, he is a head taller than me, but, then again, who isn't?). Anyways, that's what happened today, the "best day of my life"...lol....I'm stupid ^_^ See ya!


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