At about the one hour forty minute mark, we had roughly ten people left in front of us in line. Suddenly, it twigged in me and I got terrified. I turned to Brianna and told her I didn’t think I’d be able to say anything to him, and she did exactly what I brought her with me to do. She hugged me, told me I’d be able to, then slapped me in the face. I was ready. We went into the photo booth and there he was.
Ten feet in front of us, sitting on a chair, was a small, ninety one year old man, with a mustache and glasses. In front of me sat the greatest man in the history of comic books. I was literally in shock. I can’t remember what was going through my head the second I realized I was ten feet away from my idol. When the person in front of us was finished, the attendee ushered us into position on both sides or Mr. Lee. As we approached, he said “Hi” to us. Brianna said hi back, and I shakily blurted out “It’s an honor to meet you, sir..”. Ten seconds later, it was done, we were ushered out the other side of the photo booth to await our photo. I was still in shock, and had no idea what I was thinking at the time. It all felt so strange. Brianna would later tell me that as we left, Mr. Lee said, “you did a good job, kid” to us. I don’t know what that means, but if he was directing it at me, then maybe Mr. Lee could tell how nervous I was, and was used to reassuring nervous fans. Either way, I’d met my idol, and I don’t even know how to react to that idea. I watched other people getting their printed photos, and noticed many of them had put their hands on his shoulder. I kicked myself and regretting not doing the same. I could have touched his shoulder, and absorbed some of his magic. Lesson learned I suppose, when you meet your idol, don’t hold back, just let loose, act a fool, and make a memory for yourself more than just a quick photo.
Although a picture is still pretty great, just try not to look as terrified as I do. It’s not a good look.