...........*EXPLODE*
I.
*cough*
Let's try that again.
*clears throat*
I sang the Star Spangled Banner with Stephen Colbert today.
*lets that sink in*
You know, I honestly can't decide if the universe is rewarding me or torturing me, having Stephen indulge me in my increasingly ridiculous requests. Cause while it's fucking amazing, the adrenaline rush making me giddy, the tangible energy of his presence, feeling the heat of his body in person (gah, I'm so lucky I have a girlfriend who [I think/hope] understands my rabid fangirlness and I hope won't dump my crazy ass after this rant, not to mention the rambling voice mail I left her), at the same time all it does is feed into what really is a completely unhealthy obsession with someone who, no matter how many interactions I have with him, has no bloody idea who I am.
Ah, fuck it. It was AWESOME!
Lemme explain how this came about.
Holly and I went to today's taping. We hopped on the bus to Vancouver (hee hee), and waited and got into the zeppelin (you'll see), Pete Dominick did his thing, then Stephen came out and did a satellite interview and left again, and Pete came back. He was really on a roll tonight, I gotta say. Anyway, Stephen came back out and did his usual thing asking if anyone had any questions to humanize him before we got started, and I had my hand up before he was even done because yes, I am that asshole. He said he saw me first and I said, "I'll let you shave my head if you'll sing the Star Spangled Banner with me." He paused, turned away, and asked, "Any other questions?" In my typical unable to censor myself fashion, I said, "Awww, c'mon!" and he said, "We'll do it later." I blinked and asked, "...Really?" and he said, "Yeah, we'll do it after the show." It was either then or later that he told me I could keep my hair, but I don't remember now. I really didn't think he was serious. XD But we were really there on an unprecedented night. They were taping tomorrow's show, too. And most of it was cut together from stuff that they filmed from his Olympic coverage.
Which meant that they had a lot of time to kill while cuing up the tapes.
Which was amazing, because not only were we in the studio for almost three hours, and got to see him tape something he hadn't had time to rehearse ahead of time (which was another first for the show), but we also got a wonderful amount of Stephen talking to us and telling stories while they were getting the technical stuff together.
It also meant that, I think after the first video we saw, Stephen was talking to one of the tech guys and they told him they weren't ready to move on yet. So he turned to us and said, "Should I yodel?" and we all cheered. Then he looked straight at me and asked, "Do you wanna sing the Star Spangled Banner with me?" I flipped out. We all know by now that my memory is hazy at the best of times, but I'm gone for all of tonight, so this is all really jumbled, but I'm pretty sure I said no. XD I was babbling, "...Really? No way! I can't!" and he kept gesturing me down and saying, "Come down here and sing with me!" and Holly (bless her up down and sideways, that girl is wonderful) half pushed me down the stairs, so I stumbled my way down and turned around and saw the audience all looking at me. And do bear in mind, I'd been screaming my head off already for the show, and Stephen stood so damn close to me I could feel him all warm through his sweater, so my throat locked up from nerves. -_-; And he's asking me if I sing, if I'm a singer, and in my infinitely articulate way I say, "...not in front of you." We had a few false starts trying to get into the same key, finally I hummed the first note and asked if that was okay and he said wherever I'm comfortable, and I do my thing.
I know I self-deprecate all the time, but singing is the one area where I'll usually admit to a decent amount of ability. Not tonight, though, I sounded awful. There was no way I was gonna come out of that looking good, I croaked about half the notes out. My eyes were 7/8ths closed and trained on my feet, my hands stuffed in my pockets. And at some point, I really couldn't tell you if it was before we started singing, 20 seconds in, or 5 seconds before the end, but he put his arm around me, which did not help improve my composure. But after we were done, he smiled at me and shook my hand and said it was beautifully done, and I made it most of the way back up to my seat before I half collapsed in disbelief, dragged myself into my chair, and probably bruised Holly's arm or leg or whatever I grabbed on to. XP
So, yeah. I sang the national anthem with Stephen Colbert.
Horrific performance or not, it really is a shame that they don't allow any cameras or recording devices in the studio, because I lack any kind of concrete evidence of the two greatest moments of my life. >3 Ah well. I have no real visual memory, since my eyes were closed and staring at the ground, but I remember what he felt like, and that's pretty fucking amazing.
I'm gonna go lay down and watch the repeats. <3<3<3
*cough*
Let's try that again.
*clears throat*
I sang the Star Spangled Banner with Stephen Colbert today.
*lets that sink in*
You know, I honestly can't decide if the universe is rewarding me or torturing me, having Stephen indulge me in my increasingly ridiculous requests. Cause while it's fucking amazing, the adrenaline rush making me giddy, the tangible energy of his presence, feeling the heat of his body in person (gah, I'm so lucky I have a girlfriend who [I think/hope] understands my rabid fangirlness and I hope won't dump my crazy ass after this rant, not to mention the rambling voice mail I left her), at the same time all it does is feed into what really is a completely unhealthy obsession with someone who, no matter how many interactions I have with him, has no bloody idea who I am.
Ah, fuck it. It was AWESOME!
Lemme explain how this came about.
Holly and I went to today's taping. We hopped on the bus to Vancouver (hee hee), and waited and got into the zeppelin (you'll see), Pete Dominick did his thing, then Stephen came out and did a satellite interview and left again, and Pete came back. He was really on a roll tonight, I gotta say. Anyway, Stephen came back out and did his usual thing asking if anyone had any questions to humanize him before we got started, and I had my hand up before he was even done because yes, I am that asshole. He said he saw me first and I said, "I'll let you shave my head if you'll sing the Star Spangled Banner with me." He paused, turned away, and asked, "Any other questions?" In my typical unable to censor myself fashion, I said, "Awww, c'mon!" and he said, "We'll do it later." I blinked and asked, "...Really?" and he said, "Yeah, we'll do it after the show." It was either then or later that he told me I could keep my hair, but I don't remember now. I really didn't think he was serious. XD But we were really there on an unprecedented night. They were taping tomorrow's show, too. And most of it was cut together from stuff that they filmed from his Olympic coverage.
Which meant that they had a lot of time to kill while cuing up the tapes.
Which was amazing, because not only were we in the studio for almost three hours, and got to see him tape something he hadn't had time to rehearse ahead of time (which was another first for the show), but we also got a wonderful amount of Stephen talking to us and telling stories while they were getting the technical stuff together.
It also meant that, I think after the first video we saw, Stephen was talking to one of the tech guys and they told him they weren't ready to move on yet. So he turned to us and said, "Should I yodel?" and we all cheered. Then he looked straight at me and asked, "Do you wanna sing the Star Spangled Banner with me?" I flipped out. We all know by now that my memory is hazy at the best of times, but I'm gone for all of tonight, so this is all really jumbled, but I'm pretty sure I said no. XD I was babbling, "...Really? No way! I can't!" and he kept gesturing me down and saying, "Come down here and sing with me!" and Holly (bless her up down and sideways, that girl is wonderful) half pushed me down the stairs, so I stumbled my way down and turned around and saw the audience all looking at me. And do bear in mind, I'd been screaming my head off already for the show, and Stephen stood so damn close to me I could feel him all warm through his sweater, so my throat locked up from nerves. -_-; And he's asking me if I sing, if I'm a singer, and in my infinitely articulate way I say, "...not in front of you." We had a few false starts trying to get into the same key, finally I hummed the first note and asked if that was okay and he said wherever I'm comfortable, and I do my thing.
I know I self-deprecate all the time, but singing is the one area where I'll usually admit to a decent amount of ability. Not tonight, though, I sounded awful. There was no way I was gonna come out of that looking good, I croaked about half the notes out. My eyes were 7/8ths closed and trained on my feet, my hands stuffed in my pockets. And at some point, I really couldn't tell you if it was before we started singing, 20 seconds in, or 5 seconds before the end, but he put his arm around me, which did not help improve my composure. But after we were done, he smiled at me and shook my hand and said it was beautifully done, and I made it most of the way back up to my seat before I half collapsed in disbelief, dragged myself into my chair, and probably bruised Holly's arm or leg or whatever I grabbed on to. XP
So, yeah. I sang the national anthem with Stephen Colbert.
Horrific performance or not, it really is a shame that they don't allow any cameras or recording devices in the studio, because I lack any kind of concrete evidence of the two greatest moments of my life. >3 Ah well. I have no real visual memory, since my eyes were closed and staring at the ground, but I remember what he felt like, and that's pretty fucking amazing.
I'm gonna go lay down and watch the repeats. <3<3<3