It's not like I'm some obsessed teeny. I just sometimes feel this funny tingly feeling when I see him on television, looking into the camera with those stunningly blue eyes, that irresistible gap-toothed smile…He just seems so normal. I dream at night about being with him and having him love me. I space off in classes like geometry and history and picture his face. I really, honestly sometimes think that I can be with him. What sucks is the fact that I can't.
I finally got to meet them, though. It was amazing. Looking into those blue eyes that I've always wanted to look into, and holding his hand for a split second. He asked what my name was. I didn't tell him. I thought it would be kind of pointless. It would just be another name in the crowd of names that he's ever heard. He kind of gave me an odd look for a second, then moved on to the next fan. I think Zac noticed that I felt kind of sad, because he came up to me, tilted his head, and asked what was wrong. I explained everything to him. I don't know why. He just seemed like the type of person who I could tell, and he wouldn't tell his brother. He was nice, he smiled sympathetically and gave me a hug.
But for that one split second, Taylor Hanson knew who I was. He held my hand for a minute, and the world seemed to stop.
