*sigh*

Sitting here up in our luxe hotel room, while the girls hear Sean speak. Utterly quiet, except for the distant hum of an anonymous vaccuum. Really kinda depressed; and yeah, I know how immature that is. Miss Thing is going to call the room when he is finished, as there might be a 'Meet and Greet', which will take longer, I guess. Don't want to be standing in the hall like a bloody vagrant, while the bald security guy gives me the eye. I hate feeling like this, as 'by rights, I shouldn't even be here.'

We *did* see him come in, though. We were standing in the lobby, and all of a sudden, there he was.

I know I just stared. Just stared. Couldn't help it. BG, he is so beautiful, just so *compact*, for want of a better term..Wearing a navy suit that fit him beautifully, cut perfectly..with a reddish tie, I think. He came in and spoke to some people; that smile lighting up his face, and gave some staff woman a classic 'air kiss' on the cheek. His skin is beautiful, eye crinkles all in place.

He turned with his small group to leave. And knowing this would be my one and only shot, I called out his name in a small voice. He stopped, turned, and sort of shaded his eyes to look over at us. He looks you *right* in the eye. Dear Lord. He grinned, and I said, all small, like a dork..'Hi'..and he said, 'Hi'..in the reserved-for-small-children-and-mental-patients-voice...and gave me his patented 'tinkle wave'. I kinda 'tinkled' back at him, then turned on my heel, as he must have been expecting a dumbass fan scene, and I didn't want to be a chore. The man is busy. I felt whitehot and icecold all at once.

BG is on, and I need to talk to her.