CynthiaWVirginia
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Joined: 2/28/2010 From: West Virginia, USA Status: offline
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I only met celebrities when I lived in California, not since I moved to West Virginia. When I was 17 and had just moved back to California, my roommate took me garage saleing and when we were headed back to her car, another car pulled up. Norman Fell got out. He had played on Three's Company as the landlord. Anyway, that was my first celebrity sighting and I was just stunned. (No, I've never asked for autographs.) I don't remember the ones I saw while doing movie extra work, but I did stop and gawk while part of an episode of Scarecrow and Mrs. King was being shot in Glendale, I made myself late watching Kate Jackson and Bruce Boxeleightner (probably misspelled that). Another was one of the kids from Fame who also put out a few records, he and a friend went into a store like Walgreens that was near my job. They entered through the door about a second before me, lol. Our theater started started showing prescreenings, I forgot the proper name for it. It was a Crocodile Dundee movie and the actor showed up with his family, whispers went around the staff that he seemed close to his female co-star, who also showed up. A very well known singing celebrity came too, with a hot car with uber coats of wax on it...and we all saw that it wasn't his wife who was on his arm. Can't remember his name and wouldn't quite want to say it either, lol. The women thought he was a rat, but the guys kept finding excuses to go outside to his car and drool over it. The blond guy from CHiPs showed up with someone, he was soft spoken and had lots of calluses on his hands. Seemed like a nice guy. Henry Winkler was a complete sweetie. After his visit to our theater, this huge expensive basket from a classy bakery would arrive, and those of us in management were in heaven...I'm the one who called dibs on the chocolate ones. There's someone I have to add to this list out of gratitude, even though I never met him. Around 4 years ago, I had just finished my 4th chemo. Chemos 3 and 4 had been taken back to back, had lasted over 9 months and neither had worked. I was on "wait and see" and at an all time low that I couldn't kick free of. I spent a lot of time at a fanclub forum on EZ Board, and when I hit rock bottom, my friends (2 I had met in person) went behind my back and suddenly things began arriving in the mail. The fanclub had been for an English actor named Alan Rickman, some Harry Potter fans would recognise him better as Professor Severus Snape. Anyway, some of the girls sent me pix of him from their printer (mine was broken, lol), others sent scraps of HP fabric I hadn't seen before, bookmarks, HP stickers, and they pooled some money together to get me 2 DVDs...Mesmer and Robin Hood; Prince of Thieves (Rickman was the Sheriff, and this was the extended European version, yum), and another woman who lived in Europe went to a reputable company that sold autographed photos of celebrities and they bought me one. So I had an autograph, my very first. But...something else happened. A large envelope from England arrived. From Alan Rickman. I was squealing as bad as any teenybopper fangirl, lol. I will never forget that moment as long as I live. I got several autographed photos, and a calendar with scenes of peaceful countryside stuff. I learned that his father had died from cancer. Within the year, I was in remission. For no reason. The girls made me take pix of everything, including the envelopes and letter from his secretary. Turns out that my name written on the envelope with the pictures...was in his handwriting, not in hers. The girls almost screamed themselves hoarse when they discovered that and told me about it. I hadn't noticed. <has the grace to blush>
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