HOLY FREAKING BALLS. I just got the schedule for recording. The first night is a meet and greet gala with EVERYBODY. Everybody. Even the cast. That means I will be breathing the same air as them.
I think I just passed out for a second.
You’ve been awfully nonchalant about all this. It’s very frustrating. Tell me you wouldn’t be freaking out if you were me! You lie.
Okay. But seriously. What if I meet them? What if I meet therealreal Charlie and I just turn bright red? Can you imagine if he knew some of the scenes I’d put him in. Ohgod,I need to wear sunglasses because there is no way I’ll be able to make eye contact. I AM FREAKING OUT. HALP!
Not so subtly losing it,
Kate
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FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: Did you forget to breathe again?
Just be yourself and they’ll love you.
They’re just people.
RC
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FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: whatevs
Just people?! PFFT. What help are you?!
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FROM: [email protected]
SUBJECT: what was that about breathing?
RC.
RC? RC!!!
I’m about to leave for the airport. I didn’t sleep. This time tomorrow, I could have met the Intrepid Trio. But also, uh, I’m going to be on TV.
I think I’ve been blocking that out. Living in a state of denial. Focusing on the wrong things. I can’t do this. Talk about my stories? Most people think fan fiction is ridiculous. What am I thinking? I’m just going to hide under my covers. Until forever. I’ve had a good run.
Probably dying and should go to a doctor,
Kate
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