I met someone pretty famous one time, it was quite the thrilling experience to say the least. It was 1999 the last year before I graduated from Witch Girl High, I was the only male among the students so safe to say I had several options for companionship. Then one day there she was... The student council president Marsha Massers. Her hair was as bright as the sun, her blazing blue eyes looked deep into my soul, before I knew it she was walking up to me. “Hey” she said after whipping her blonde hair from her eyes. I was so nervous, my palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy there was vomit on my sweater already, it was my mom's spaghetti. I’m nervous, but on the surface I looked calm and ready to drop bombs, but I kept on forgettin' what I wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud, I opened my mouth, but the words won't come out. I was chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now. The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow! Then I snapped back to reality...