One more photo, or no?

There are some things that I've done this year that make me stop and think with amazement,"Wow, did I actually do that?" There are other things I've done this year and look back on with embarrassment and think, "Wow, did I actually do that?" Last night, after months of anxiously waiting, I was able to see Josh Groban in concert right here in Brussels. Josh has been one of my favorite musicians for years, and last night was the second time seeing him in concert. The concert was incredible and at times I couldn't believe that he was in the same room as me, singing these songs I've been listening to for years. After the show, my friend and I went outside to do the obligatory stalking. Unfortunately, half of the audience had the same idea. We some how finagled our way to the front of the gate outside his van and waited for about 45 minutes until he came out. What I love most about Josh, besides his amazing vocal talent, is the fact that he seems to have just an awesome personality, cracking silly jokes during the concert, and then, just as I had imagined it, he was taking the time to come out and sign autographs for the fans who were waiting outside. As he was getting closer and closer to us I couldn't think of anything but "I have to get a photo with him, I have to get a photo with him." When he arrived at our spot, 2 Belgian girls squeezed around us, begging him for a photo. Though his body guard was urging him to move on, he complied to take the photo. After, he moved on to my friend and me, and while he was signing a postcard of mine, all I could muster was "Thanks, Josh." He then asked us where we were from, my friend answered, and he started walking away. Of all the things I could say like "Welcome to Brussels," or "You were fantastic" or "I love your music" or even "Can you stay in Belgium and marry me?" all I could eek out was "One more photo, or no?" He looked at me apologetically and responded "They [his bodyguards] said I can't." And that was it. I have become so obsessed with documenting events with photographs that when it comes time to profess my love (not really) to the musician I most admire, all I can say to him is a weak request for a picture. Well, that was a wake up call. I guess this means I'll just have to see him in concert again. I'm so lucky that I got to meet him at all, but next time I'll try to be a little more conversational.