I met them. The Used. I MET THEM. I was so scared. I had thought about it for days. I gave them a notebook of some of my Fanart.
I stood in line with Gianni, Patrick, and Sean. I was shaking, my lungs felt tight, my knees wobbily. I got to them, and handed them the binder. I started to tell them to look at it later, but the second it was out of my hands, Bert flipped it open and began to look at it. They thought I was great. The Used thought I was great. My heroes. It was mind boggling. They said I was awesome, and would only keep getting better. I was speaking to them about it, my entire body shaking, my voice tight and weak, and it was Dan who looked shocked, and asked, "Are you Sure you want to Give this to us?" and I was even more shocked. They thought that I was that good? And Quinn, he was so kind to me. He thanked me, he seemed to truly appreciate it, and asked if he could hug me. Not in that dorky-ass way girls do, where they get all squealy and say, "Can I Hugz You!?" But in the way that he was checking my comfort level. And I let him. On top of this, he told me to turn around, and under his signature on my shirt, he wrote me, "Thanks for the Art."
There was a limit of two things we could havge signed. I brought three things though, so Patrick took one to get signed for me.
So as I left the Used, I shakily stumbled to my friends, and Patrick handed me my cd. I took it, starring down at the Signatures with my shaking hands, then threw my arms around his neck. I don't think anyone will ever understand how much that meant to me.
It was all I could do to keep from bursting into sobs.
And I still struggle to think about this without getting choked up... but I feel upset over it, and I don't know why. As I typed this, I'm getting chills like you do when you have a fever, and I don't know why. I remember their expressions and conversation, their reactions to some of the pictures, and I almost broke into tears in driver's ed today. Between them and Patrick, I feel so bizarre about it all. (although both things make me choked up) And i"m not quite sure why I do. The last couple of days, since then, I've kind of felt empty though.
So I don't understand. Firstly, do I get choked up over this because I'm happy or sad? I tried to convince myself it was because I was happy, but I don't feel that when I think about it. Along with this, why does this make me sad? I've got a couple of ideas, but none that I feel I want to say is the reason yet.
This was a night that I will Never, Ever Forget.