'you should never meet your heroes'

okay, do you agree with this? (I'll ignore the fact that this question probably does not address anybody.)


I mean the obvious pros and cons for meeting your heroes are:




pros


you've met someone that you idolise, obviously


you may be so incredibly happy that you will talk about it for years and nothing will ever compare to it


they will be amazing



cons

they'll be dickhead(s)

you'll be crushed, due to previous statement


you will never idolise anyone again, ever

you may well have spent many weeks to years idolising someone who is a complete and utter douche














I personally think it's worth the chance. I mean, if you meet your hero, and he/she/they is/are a horrible person, at the end of the day, they are only human. We all have bad days. Also they're probably a celebrity. So they can be.




I half-met one of my heroes.


That is the worst thing ever, okay, and you may argue, isn't it better that you sort of met them than having never even been close, and I guess, in some ways, maybe.



I remember it so well.









I am sitting on the steps outside Leeds University Refectory, in between my two best friends. We're all sweaty. I am wearing pink jeans, my new flowery boot things, and a homemade t-shirt that was from Primark, white, and has writing on it. In my hands, I hold a poster, and a floppy hat with writing on it.


By chance, I look back, behind me, into the refectory. I see a green coat.



Quickly, my brain registers the coat to its owner. I reach a conclusion. Turning back around, my heart feels like it is beating in slow motion.



"Oh my God," is all I can say. Michaela asks, "What?".



There are two gothic girls sat in a corner. They stand, looking awed. A group of people a little older than us start to come closer.



They're right there. Brendon, Jon, Ryan and Spencer.



I, of course, freak out. Not loudly. I didn't scream (thank God) but mentally, I shut down. I stare at them as if they're not really there. My hands shake. They stand, talking with the group, take a photo. They look at us (we are still sat down) and I have eye contact with Ryan Ross.



Eventually the others start to ask for photos and stuff. Lauren drags me over to Ryan (I do love the other guys, I do, but Ryan is just... soemthing else) and asks him for a photo. Ryan glances at us and says, "sure". I literally feel my heart jump, and I feel so sick, and I can't speak.



Then all at once people are pushing in front and Zack is calling, saying that this has to be the last photo. They have to get on the bus.



I know this is it. I'm not getting a photo.



So I reach out, sideways on, and rest my hand on Ryan's, which is on the shoulder of some girl.



I can still feel it. Seriously, I am not kidding, or exaggerating, I can still remember how it felt.



They got back on the bus. Someone had stolen my poster. Michaela was freaking out 'cause her mum had to pick her up but she couldn't find us and they were arguing.



I practiaclly fell on Lauren, crying my heart out.





I did not mean to write about this. But anyway yeah.



Meeting heroes: good/bad?



- J xx