The Play

[tigriswolf]

My sister and I attended opening night.

 

So, the theater’s tiny, right? About the size of the sanctuary from my highschool, actually.   Anyway, me and bigsis are on the third row, which rocked. We could totally see everything.

 

Play kicks ass. And Jensen Ackles is so much better than Tom Cruise. He did flub a couple lines, but that’s alright. It’s his first live audience in ten years, so I give him a pass.

 

After the play, me and bigsis mill around for a bit, waiting to see if there’s any way into the private party going on in the lobby. Finally, I decide we should go get something to eat(it’s moving on towards 11:30 and we haven’t had a bite since lunch), and as we’re getting in her car, some girls we’d been talking to yell for us to come back because Mr. Ackles had stepped outside.

 

Turns out, that guy’s not Mr. Ackles, but we hang around for a smidge longer, and finally I decide(and this is what I really said, verbatim) “Let’s go in. What’s the worst they can do? Throw us out?”

 

I(and bigsis) had noticed that security was somewhat lacking. No one’s checking anything, no guards—

 

So we go in, me and bigsis. The other girls stay outside, though.

 

I step off to the side immediately, trying to like look I belong, and start reading a very boring plaque on the wall. Something about donators, I think. It was a list of names. Boring.

 

Then I start slinking through the crowd(I think I inherited this skill from my mom; she once got close enough to Bill Clinton—while he was president—that she could have smacked him upside the head), heading for the bathroom on the other side of the lobby. That’s my excuse, you know? I just had to use the bathroom.

 

By the time I attain the other side, I’m totally cool. Bigsis and I are crashing a private party. *glee*

 

Anyway. Where was I? 

 

So, I’m a couple steps away from the bathroom when I hear my name. I turn around and notice people clapping, see Lou Diamond Phillips coming out of the theater, and—there. Jensen Ackles, live.

 

Kick ass.

 

(Also, two cops come in with them.)

 

So, I’m not gonna approach him, you know? I’m just not that type of girl. Bigsis makes me. He’s talking to some woman, saying how he hadn’t done theater in years, so I tell him(after he finishes with her) that he’d done a good job and he shakes my hand, thanks me.

 

Bigsis takes a picture of us(me and Jensen Ackles), and he tells me that he’d been “a bundle of nerves at the beginning” of the play. Bigsis pulls out her ticket stub and asks him to sign it; he says his signature’s too big for the piece of paper, so he just initializes it. 

 

Then we’re walking away, me and bigsis, when she says she forgot to store the picture.

 

Yes, you read that right. She forgot to store the photo of me and Jensen Ackles.

 

And she felt so horrible about it.

 

I say that we can’t go back up to him for another; she says we can. So we do. She subtly works her way to the front of the crowd, me slinking(I slink well) in her wake. She waits for him to turn and face her, and admitts(quite shamefacedly) what she’d failed to do.

 

He doubles over from the waist and laughs, then rights himself and holds up a hand, saying “Nope, all you get is one shot,” and turns away. Almost immediately he turns back, assuring her that he’s kidding.

 

Awesome.

 

So she tells me to go back over to him and I say that she should come, too. But she says, “No, you’re his fan.” Then, mortified, she adds, “Not that I’m not your fan.” 

 

I cover my face, a mixture of embarrassed and amused, but then just focus on smiling.

 

So—I shook his hand and he put his arm around me twice. My awesomely awesome big sister made him laugh and made a fool out of herself.

 

I love Fort Worth, and that’s the first time I’ve ever been there.

 

Anyway, after that, we left. The girls were still standing around outside, so we told the story(duh) and showed the picture bigsis did remember to store(duh) and the autograph(duh). So then they decide to head inside. I called my mom and tigris_lilsiswhile bigsis smoked a cigarette and watched the girls through the glass doors.

 

They were asked to leave by one of the cops. Didn’t get to meet Mr. Ackles or anything. 

 

He’s such a nice height! I reach his shoulder, so he’s definitely taller than six foot. And he’s gorgeous. I hadn’t thought it’d be possible, despite all the people who say so, but he is better looking in real life. He’s lost weight since playing Dean(or maybe it’s the fact that he was only wearing one layer), but still absolutely beautiful.

 

And he was wonderful in the play! (I’ve only seen bits and pieces of A Few Good Men). Two of the characters are named Sam and Jo, and it was so funny hearing him yell at them. *hee* I wasn’t watching Dean or Alec or Jason or Ben or Jensen—I was watching Daniel Kaffe, and it was awesome. He is such a good actor!

 

Of course, now I can’t read real person fic anymore. It just seems so invasive. 

 

He’s so nice! And gorgeous. And I wanna see that play again and again and again…

 

I can’t believe we crashed the party. *still flailing*

 

First time in my life I’ve ever done anything like it, and I get to meet Jensen Ackles. How cool is that?

 

And here's bigsis' version of events.

Comments

[tigriswolf]

He really was sweet.