The story behind the photo:
I walked over and asked if I could have a squishy hug, so Misha immediately pulls me in and Rob hugs me from behind, but my hair sort of swings out and covers my face, so the photographer tells me to move my hair out of the way, but my arms are trapped underneath Rob’s arms, so he brushes my hair out of my face [and I nearly pass out as a result] and then they take the photo whilst my internal monologue just screams.
The story behind the autographs:
I went to Rob’s desk first and he asked if he could write in the space, to which I replied “of course!”. He wrote “He’s grabbing my bum” so I laughed, thanked him for it and he was smiling at me in that beautiful way of his. Then I went over to Misha’s desk and said that “Rob sends you a message”. He read the note, nodded in complete seriousness and said “Yes, yes I was”.
I managed to keep my cool throughout both these experiences. I was trembling, but not enough for them to notice anything, I think. I can barely remember what happened though, because it went by so very quickly. There was a lot of feeling dizzy and faint, and trying not to pass out. There were also impressions of warmth and softness when I hugged Misha. If I really concentrate I can remember the smell of his aftershave (which was very nice).
I still can’t believe I met them, and I can’t believe how perfect that photo is. It’s going to keep a smile on my face for the next month, at least.