Post by mesquite75 on Sept 18, 2009 20:08:23 GMT -5
Another meet and greet after another successful show in another auditorium in yet another city in another state. But this was not like every other night.
Tonight, it was Damian, Ryan, and Paul’s turn for meet and greets. They were a little drained from the show, but they were still ready to go! All three of them wore that slightly amused look that said: “Okay, I’m ready when you are! Do you worst, all you fans!” Tonight, they did not know what they were in for.
Before they knew meet and greets had even officially started, they heard a scream that made all of them jump.
“Eeeeeeeeep! Omigosh! Omigosh! Omigosh! I’m getting to meet CELTIC THUNDER!!!!! Where’s Keith and George? Couldn’t make it huh? Well, that’s okay ‘cause I still get to see YOU! EEEEEEP!!! I love you guys! Especially you, Damian! Omigosh! Will you marry me? Or could you take me to prom? Please, please please?!?!?!?!??"
“Well, I--"
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! I’m ACTUALLY asking Damian McGinty to take me to prom! Daddy, can you take my picture?”
A blinding flash from a digital camera drew the guys’ attention to a balding, heavy-set man who wore a look of boredom on his face.
“Thank you, Daddy! Can I have your autographs? Are you almost done touring? Omigosh, can I come WITH you?!?!?"
She kept talking on and on. None of the guys could ever get a word in edgewise (never mind give any autographs), so they all just stood there watching her chatter and jumped every time she screamed. Pretty soon, they were a little afraid of her.
Finally, her father put an end to the whirlwind by saying, “Come on, honey, our time is up!”
“AAAAW, Daaaddy!”
Very reluctantly, she walked up to each guy and hugged them. When she came to Damian, he kissed her on the cheek. She fainted dead away with a smile on her face.
After this strange episode, one might think they would be ready for anything, right? Wrong.
Flash! Flash! FLASH!
With burning retinas, the guys strained to see who was next. What they saw gave them a warm, fuzzy feeling. There, standing less than four feet high was the cutest little girl any of them had ever seen.
“Elly, dear, go stand with them so Mommy can take a picture!”
The little girl skipped where the three men were standing and flashed her most adorable smile at her mother. All the guys gave a grin at the camera, then stooped down to talk with the little girl.
Flash!
That, they were not expecting. Neither were they expecting what the mother said next.
“Keith, would you mind putting your arm around her?”
All the guys pointed at themselves as if to ask, “Me?”
“Yes, you!” she said pointing at Ryan.
Ryan stooped down and put his arm around the adorable little girl. He tried asking her how she liked the show, but he was cut off before any of it could come out of his mouth.
“That’s grand! Now, George, can you move a little to your left?”
Paul instinctively moved, asking himself whether or not he really looked ten years older than he actually was.
“No, not quite--there. Perfect!”
She walked over to Paul, grabbed his sleeve, and bodily pulled him to her desired position.
“Now smile, honey!”
Flash after flash exploded from that little camera. The guys’ fuzzy feelings dampened a bit. About seven minutes and twenty-six pictures later, they finally got a chance to talk to the little girl.
“How did you like the show?” Paul asked.
The little girl then gave a bloodcurdling scream, kicked poor Paul in the shins, and ran to her mother yelling, “A stranger TALKED to me, Mommy!!!!!!!!”
The guys, especially Paul, no longer had any fuzzy feelings whatsoever.
The next group made their appearance by nearly knocking Damian over. Three teenage girls had made their entrance. One was already wrapped like a boa constrictor around Damian’s neck; the other was shyly looking at her feet, while the last was opening her mouth in order to ask a question.
“Are you and Zara going out?” she asked Ryan.
A little taken aback by the question, Ryan paused a moment before answering.
“Um, no….”
“She dumped you didn’t she?” she said with a knowing look.
Here, Paul saved the day by asking, “What are your names?”
“I’m Danielle, that’s Lydia,” she said pointing to the girl who was now staring at Damian. “And this is Mary.”
Mary lifted her head and waved. The guys smiled at her, but this made her face turn crimson. She immediately went back to staring at her feet.
“So Damian,” Lydia said walking closer to him, “do you miss your girlfriend?”
“We’re not really supposed to talk about our personal lives,” he said backing up a little.
“Why not?” she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice while still walking towards him.
“Um,” he replied while starting to walk around Ryan and Paul.
“Who wants autographs?!?” Ryan cut in.
This distracted Lydia, and she and Danielle immediately gave the affirmative while Mary slowly nodded her head. About halfway through signing the autographs, Danielle spoke up again.
“You never answered my question. Did Zara dump you?”
“No,” said Ryan. “It’s just a part of the show, that’s all.”
He made sure to put emphasis on the word all.
“So are you two still dating?!?”
“No, we never were!”
He said this with a little laugh, but he was still getting a little impatient for this meet and greet to be over. He passed the pictures of them to Damian for him to sign.
“You have gorgeous eyes,” Lydia said dreamily as Damian signed the photographs.
“How did you like the show--Mary right?” Paul quickly interjected.
Damian gave Paul a thankful look.
Mary nodded and turned an even deeper shade of red before looking at Paul and mumbling something.
“I’m sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I said I liked it.”
“Well, thank you!” Ryan said. Mary nodded in return and stared at her hands this time.
Lydia looked as if she were about to say something.
“It was very nice to meet you all!” Damian lied.
“I love you too,” Lydia said.
“Bye!” all the guys said in unison.
Danielle waved and grabbed Lydia by the elbow. She had to pull her a little before she snapped out of her Damian trance. Mary followed along meekly, her face still the color of a fiery sunset.
Immediately following their exit was the entrance of a rather nice-looking woman of about thirty. Ryan and Paul quickly stood a little straighter.
“Hello there, miss!” Paul said. “How did you like the show?”
“Oh, it was wonderful! Especially when YOU sang!”
“Well, thank you!”
“Which brings me to a thought...”
“Yes?” Paul good-naturedly replied.
“I was wondering if you could introduce me to a few people.”
“What kind of people?” Paul was starting to get a little suspicious now.
“Well, I love singing! And, not that I like to brag, but I’m not bad at it either! I was wondering if you could get me in touch with a manager or set up some kind of audition for me.”
This lady was crazy.
“Well, um, I supp--“
“Here, look.”
She then locked her hands together right in front of her diaphragm, took a deep breath, and began singing in an operatic voice. The next thing that followed almost scared the guys more than anything else that had happened that night.
“IIIIIRELAND! IIIIIIIIRELAND! TOGETHEEEEEEER STAAAANDIIING TAAAAAAAAAAAALL!!!”
Too shocked to say anything, they just watched her belt out her music.
“SHOOOOOOOULDEEEEER! TO SHOOOOUOOOOOULDEEEEEEER!!!!!”
Here she took a deep breath while the guys braced themselves.
"WEEEEEE’LL AAAAAAAAANSWEEEEEEER! IIIIIIIIII"
(went up about five notes)
"IIIIIIIIIIIIRELAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND’ZA!!"
Deeep breath.
"CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The guys all looked at her, each with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.
"So what do you think? Did you like it? Can you set me up with somebody?”
Paul very quickly recovered himself for the sake of the lady’s feelings, answered, and said, “It was lovely!”
She beamed a smile.
“What’s goin’ on in here???”
Somebody crashed through the door with a very worried look on her face.
“It’s okay, Sharon, “Ryan said.“This lady was just…”
“Oh, I see,” Sharon said catching on very quickly.
“Is this the manager?”
“Um, no,” Paul replied. “This is our producer, Sharon.”
A producer was definitely enough to get her flustered.
“Oh, a producer! It’s-it’s just-Oh, it's WONDERFUL to meet you!”
Sharon smiled back at the lady. Then, taking pity on the lads, said it was nice to meet her too, but her meet and greet was over.
Finally, the guys came to the last meet and greet of the night. These poor lads have been kicked, poked, prodded, the subject of uncomfortable interrogation, and raved over and sung at. These poor fellows were on their guard as the next fan walked forward.
“Hi!” she said. “My name is Marie, and I really enjoyed your show. It’s nice to meet you!”
She held out her hand for one of the guys to shake. Instead, as if on cue, all three guys instinctively hugged her, relieved to see someone normal. A little surprised, she smiled.
“Wow, I heard they were friendly, but I wasn’t expecting this!” she thought. “Still, I’m not complaining. It’s not often you get three gorgeous guys hugging you!”
THE END
Tonight, it was Damian, Ryan, and Paul’s turn for meet and greets. They were a little drained from the show, but they were still ready to go! All three of them wore that slightly amused look that said: “Okay, I’m ready when you are! Do you worst, all you fans!” Tonight, they did not know what they were in for.
Before they knew meet and greets had even officially started, they heard a scream that made all of them jump.
“Eeeeeeeeep! Omigosh! Omigosh! Omigosh! I’m getting to meet CELTIC THUNDER!!!!! Where’s Keith and George? Couldn’t make it huh? Well, that’s okay ‘cause I still get to see YOU! EEEEEEP!!! I love you guys! Especially you, Damian! Omigosh! Will you marry me? Or could you take me to prom? Please, please please?!?!?!?!??"
“Well, I--"
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! I’m ACTUALLY asking Damian McGinty to take me to prom! Daddy, can you take my picture?”
A blinding flash from a digital camera drew the guys’ attention to a balding, heavy-set man who wore a look of boredom on his face.
“Thank you, Daddy! Can I have your autographs? Are you almost done touring? Omigosh, can I come WITH you?!?!?"
She kept talking on and on. None of the guys could ever get a word in edgewise (never mind give any autographs), so they all just stood there watching her chatter and jumped every time she screamed. Pretty soon, they were a little afraid of her.
Finally, her father put an end to the whirlwind by saying, “Come on, honey, our time is up!”
“AAAAW, Daaaddy!”
Very reluctantly, she walked up to each guy and hugged them. When she came to Damian, he kissed her on the cheek. She fainted dead away with a smile on her face.
After this strange episode, one might think they would be ready for anything, right? Wrong.
Flash! Flash! FLASH!
With burning retinas, the guys strained to see who was next. What they saw gave them a warm, fuzzy feeling. There, standing less than four feet high was the cutest little girl any of them had ever seen.
“Elly, dear, go stand with them so Mommy can take a picture!”
The little girl skipped where the three men were standing and flashed her most adorable smile at her mother. All the guys gave a grin at the camera, then stooped down to talk with the little girl.
Flash!
That, they were not expecting. Neither were they expecting what the mother said next.
“Keith, would you mind putting your arm around her?”
All the guys pointed at themselves as if to ask, “Me?”
“Yes, you!” she said pointing at Ryan.
Ryan stooped down and put his arm around the adorable little girl. He tried asking her how she liked the show, but he was cut off before any of it could come out of his mouth.
“That’s grand! Now, George, can you move a little to your left?”
Paul instinctively moved, asking himself whether or not he really looked ten years older than he actually was.
“No, not quite--there. Perfect!”
She walked over to Paul, grabbed his sleeve, and bodily pulled him to her desired position.
“Now smile, honey!”
Flash after flash exploded from that little camera. The guys’ fuzzy feelings dampened a bit. About seven minutes and twenty-six pictures later, they finally got a chance to talk to the little girl.
“How did you like the show?” Paul asked.
The little girl then gave a bloodcurdling scream, kicked poor Paul in the shins, and ran to her mother yelling, “A stranger TALKED to me, Mommy!!!!!!!!”
The guys, especially Paul, no longer had any fuzzy feelings whatsoever.
The next group made their appearance by nearly knocking Damian over. Three teenage girls had made their entrance. One was already wrapped like a boa constrictor around Damian’s neck; the other was shyly looking at her feet, while the last was opening her mouth in order to ask a question.
“Are you and Zara going out?” she asked Ryan.
A little taken aback by the question, Ryan paused a moment before answering.
“Um, no….”
“She dumped you didn’t she?” she said with a knowing look.
Here, Paul saved the day by asking, “What are your names?”
“I’m Danielle, that’s Lydia,” she said pointing to the girl who was now staring at Damian. “And this is Mary.”
Mary lifted her head and waved. The guys smiled at her, but this made her face turn crimson. She immediately went back to staring at her feet.
“So Damian,” Lydia said walking closer to him, “do you miss your girlfriend?”
“We’re not really supposed to talk about our personal lives,” he said backing up a little.
“Why not?” she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice while still walking towards him.
“Um,” he replied while starting to walk around Ryan and Paul.
“Who wants autographs?!?” Ryan cut in.
This distracted Lydia, and she and Danielle immediately gave the affirmative while Mary slowly nodded her head. About halfway through signing the autographs, Danielle spoke up again.
“You never answered my question. Did Zara dump you?”
“No,” said Ryan. “It’s just a part of the show, that’s all.”
He made sure to put emphasis on the word all.
“So are you two still dating?!?”
“No, we never were!”
He said this with a little laugh, but he was still getting a little impatient for this meet and greet to be over. He passed the pictures of them to Damian for him to sign.
“You have gorgeous eyes,” Lydia said dreamily as Damian signed the photographs.
“How did you like the show--Mary right?” Paul quickly interjected.
Damian gave Paul a thankful look.
Mary nodded and turned an even deeper shade of red before looking at Paul and mumbling something.
“I’m sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I said I liked it.”
“Well, thank you!” Ryan said. Mary nodded in return and stared at her hands this time.
Lydia looked as if she were about to say something.
“It was very nice to meet you all!” Damian lied.
“I love you too,” Lydia said.
“Bye!” all the guys said in unison.
Danielle waved and grabbed Lydia by the elbow. She had to pull her a little before she snapped out of her Damian trance. Mary followed along meekly, her face still the color of a fiery sunset.
Immediately following their exit was the entrance of a rather nice-looking woman of about thirty. Ryan and Paul quickly stood a little straighter.
“Hello there, miss!” Paul said. “How did you like the show?”
“Oh, it was wonderful! Especially when YOU sang!”
“Well, thank you!”
“Which brings me to a thought...”
“Yes?” Paul good-naturedly replied.
“I was wondering if you could introduce me to a few people.”
“What kind of people?” Paul was starting to get a little suspicious now.
“Well, I love singing! And, not that I like to brag, but I’m not bad at it either! I was wondering if you could get me in touch with a manager or set up some kind of audition for me.”
This lady was crazy.
“Well, um, I supp--“
“Here, look.”
She then locked her hands together right in front of her diaphragm, took a deep breath, and began singing in an operatic voice. The next thing that followed almost scared the guys more than anything else that had happened that night.
“IIIIIRELAND! IIIIIIIIRELAND! TOGETHEEEEEEER STAAAANDIIING TAAAAAAAAAAAALL!!!”
Too shocked to say anything, they just watched her belt out her music.
“SHOOOOOOOULDEEEEER! TO SHOOOOUOOOOOULDEEEEEEER!!!!!”
Here she took a deep breath while the guys braced themselves.
"WEEEEEE’LL AAAAAAAAANSWEEEEEEER! IIIIIIIIII"
(went up about five notes)
"IIIIIIIIIIIIRELAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND’ZA!!"
Deeep breath.
"CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The guys all looked at her, each with a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face.
"So what do you think? Did you like it? Can you set me up with somebody?”
Paul very quickly recovered himself for the sake of the lady’s feelings, answered, and said, “It was lovely!”
She beamed a smile.
“What’s goin’ on in here???”
Somebody crashed through the door with a very worried look on her face.
“It’s okay, Sharon, “Ryan said.“This lady was just…”
“Oh, I see,” Sharon said catching on very quickly.
“Is this the manager?”
“Um, no,” Paul replied. “This is our producer, Sharon.”
A producer was definitely enough to get her flustered.
“Oh, a producer! It’s-it’s just-Oh, it's WONDERFUL to meet you!”
Sharon smiled back at the lady. Then, taking pity on the lads, said it was nice to meet her too, but her meet and greet was over.
Finally, the guys came to the last meet and greet of the night. These poor lads have been kicked, poked, prodded, the subject of uncomfortable interrogation, and raved over and sung at. These poor fellows were on their guard as the next fan walked forward.
“Hi!” she said. “My name is Marie, and I really enjoyed your show. It’s nice to meet you!”
She held out her hand for one of the guys to shake. Instead, as if on cue, all three guys instinctively hugged her, relieved to see someone normal. A little surprised, she smiled.
“Wow, I heard they were friendly, but I wasn’t expecting this!” she thought. “Still, I’m not complaining. It’s not often you get three gorgeous guys hugging you!”
THE END