#spnlv2018

Jensen Ackles in all his Rockstar glory is my "Monday Motivation"!

The story of the picture I brought to get signed is here: http://maggiemaybe160.tumblr.com/post/169354399765/i-have-some-time-but-no-fics-to-post-so-ill-tell

For everyone out there who couldn’t tell from the previous story, I love Jensen and can’t always keep my cool around him. I think I did better than last time if the definition of better is “didn’t hyperventilate but made a fool of self instead.” 

So autographs for J2 were being called for Gold Rows row by row. “Row A go to Jared’s line then go to Jensen.” “Row B go to Jared then go to Jensen.” Then a curve ball came. “Row C go to Jensen then go to Jared.” I was row M so I had awhile but I immediately thought, “Fuck. If they send me to Jensen first I’m going to be a mess.” Guess where I got sent first? Yep! Jensen. 

So we get called and I get to the line while my heart is pounding and my hands are shaking and I’m taking my picture from 2 years ago out of it’s frame to be signed. My mind at this point seemed to be melting or something. 

I passed my picture to the two volunteers who have to take it before giving it to Jensen and they both go, “This is an awesome picture!” and I’m shaking and trying to hold myself together because Jensen Ackles is right fucking there. So I say thanks and move down the line to stand in front of Jensen as he’s passed my picture. 

I don’t know why the things that come out of my mouth do when I’m around him. The first thing I say is, “We sure changed our hair fast.” Because in the picture my hair is pink and right now my hair is brown and blonde. I cringed at myself but he didn’t notice. He looked at the picture and goes, “NAILED IT!” He did the fist pump thingy that one does. Then fatality. He looked up with those fanfiction green eyes, the piercing green that can take anyone's breath away and he smiled. He smiled an award winning smile. I was gone. He handed me my picture with that smile and direct eye contact and I curtsied. That’s right. I fucking curtsied. I curtsied and squeaked, “Thank you!” and ran as fast as I could away which is not very fast because after so many knee surgeries, I no longer have the ability to run.