I’ve met a few of my faves before, but most of the time it’s been in settings where it was OK or expected, like an autograph line or outside of a stage door. I’ve always acted very calm and polite, because I don’t think it’s very nice when people get loud or grabby or demanding or draw attention to these people, because they are people, not commodities.
That’s not to say that I didn’t have immense butterflies flying around in my stomach. In most cases, I’ve also been able to politely ask for an autograph and get it. My worst case of the nervous jitters came when I met Davy Jones of the Monkees, but I managed to go up to him, say hello, have him sign a picture, get a photo with him (in an autograph line, not on the street) and then after I walked back out of the building, I almost wet myself and me and my friends started laughing and crying and hugging each other. A couple of girls screamed when they walked into the building and saw him and another started bawling hysterically. He just took it all in stride.
I also met David Crosby, in the parking lot of the venue where he was playing. That was the only time I actually thought that I might faint. But I held it together, said hello and got an autograph. He was very sweet. But I’m just so in awe of his talent, that I was overtaken. For me, it was like meeting the God of music.
I would love to meet Fran Drescher, I bet she’s really nice. But if I ever happened to see her in a place where she wasn’t expecting to be meeting fans or signing autographs, I would just swoon inside and not go up to her or pester her or draw attention to the fact that she was there. Then I would find a computer, get on Fluther and let you all know that I finally saw her!!!
If I ever saw Alan Rickman on the street, I would probably implode. But I wouldn’t pester him, I would try to discreetly drink him in with my eyes. Then I’d run and find a computer and get on Fluther and let @bunnygrl know that I saw him.