I was checking into a hotel one night, when I looked up from my IPod to see Zak Bagans!
He's standing right in front of me!
He started walking towards the elevator. I grab my backpack and key from the desk and try and calmly walk towards the elevator. I didn't realize the situation of being in a small elevator until the doors already closed.
Awkward silence.
"H-Hi, I like your TV show," I say nervously.
Nothing.
I was completely devastated.
What happened?
Was it me?
Do I stink?
Is he annoyed?
I was about to go into the pity corner when I heard a loud buzzing sound.
I look up and see he had head buds in.
I let out a breath of relief, and stupidly tap on his shoulder.
Crap! What do I say!
I tense up when he looked at me. I can see his eyes looking at me from under his hat.
Everything stopped. I couldn't hear anything, or do anything. I was a deer in the headlights.
He took the buds out. "Sorry did you say something?"
Holy shit his voice!
Badum badum badum
Am I having a heart attack?!
"Uhhhh….."
Instead of repeating my line "Hi, I like your show," like a calm, normal fan when meeting their celebrity crush, my brain has decided to do other things. Apparently when I'm nervous, I say random things at the worst possible moments.
I can't talk to guys normally, so the first word I said to Zak was: "You're fluffy" because that's the first thing I thought when I looked up at his hat.
"Okay?" he asks now mildly confused.
But don't worry, it went from bad to worse. Instead of saying yupp, I decided I want to touch his hair. So I reached up to touch his hat, and then…The elevator stalled.
But oho…It gets better (Sarcasm).
My palm hit the bill of his hat, it rammed into his forehead.
Did I just assault Zak Bagans?!
He took a step back clutching his forehead.
"Oh crap I'm so sorry!" But instead of taking my hand back...I tripped again...
But this time my palm went through the front of his hair style. Completely ruining it. I messed his hair up. I killed the shark fin.
What have I done?!
His hair was now sticking up in different places. He looked like he just got out of bed.
"I'm so sorry," I said meekly hurriedly trying to fix it. When I got done, his hair looked like feathers.
This is it…I'm going to jail. He's going to sue me…
No words were said. I just looked like a crazy person, while he stared at me with a WTF look.
The elevator door opened. I took the chance.
"Sorry," I said before quickly deciding to take off down the halls before he could call the cops.
I must have set the world record for unlocking a hotel door with a card key.
Because that's what I did.